Marty went crazy when my dad came into the house, wagging his tail like a mad man and try to jump up on my dad to give him kisses and remind him that he loves him, just in case he forgot (this is something Marty does to me....about 5-6 times a day on weekdays and every time I leave the house on the weekends).
After spending a few minutes playing in the house, we got everything together and went to the dog park. There were a decent amount of dogs at the park, along with two giant German Shepards. The dogs were beautiful and one of them, Zeus, had a thing for Marty and consistently tried to...mount him. Marty did not enjoy this and would growl and run away. Zeus would chase a bit, but his owner was great and eventually led him away since he did not look like he was ready to stop.
After a few minutes Marty ended up going in the water and playing fetch for a while. He kinda made a friend, but they two pups more of just chased balls together then separated to go after their respective balls.
After 30-40 minutes of playing fetch we decided to go for a short 20 min walk in the woods. There are some good pics from the walk:
|Can I have the stick?! Please?|
Some more pics:
|Ugh, why are you making me sit still? Do you not smell that?|
|Ooo a bird, wait were you trying to take a picture?|
|Am I holding the leash right Vin?|
|This is easy when he sits.|
|Again, mmmmmmm food porn|