Ah, the early morning Sunday walkie.  I must always insist that we go for a long one, as during the week mama has to go to that work place she spends way too much time at.  Long walkie + summertime temperatures = thirsty Dale.

Yep, Philadelphia understands a dog’s needs for a little refreshment.

I prefer when mama remembers to bring my water bottle along.  Then I can drink as I please.  Whenever or wherever I please.  But sometimes on these early Sunday mornings, she forgets.  I know that it’s early and that she’s tired, so I just look at her with my big, brown eyes to make her feel a little teensy bit guilty and then direct her toward the fountain.

Cool and delish.  Hits the spot.

Love,

Bogart

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