Banjo turned one today so we took him to the dog park as it was his day and it's favorite place.
Normally I only let him roll around in the water once at the park but being his day I let him go crazy and of course he got himself happily covered in mud.
Then we went to the pet store and my husband held him up while I would hold a treat in front of him. If he reacted to it we bought it. If he didn't respond we didn't. Then we went over to the toy aisle to let him pick out a toy. Naturally he went for a plush one instead of the more indestructible ones I prefer to buy for him. He be-headed it in the line before we paid for it.
He went home a very happy, dirty and tired boy. He ate some of his treats, attacked the cat and for the most part has been sacked out since he got to stay twice as long at the park and an additional stop afterward.
I can't believe it's been a year.
