Over the weekend, we walked to a friend’s house for a barbecue and took Boomer with us. He was a hot dog by the time we arrived, so he sat in front of the fan and drank a lot of water. He laid close to me until it was time to eat – at that point, he moved the cool grass. And he rolled. And rolled. And rolled! I think it must have been more like mom and dad’s grass than the grass we have at our house.
I was sitting in the same position the entire time, so as you can tell, he basically made a 360 degree turn while he was scootin’ around!