Carl loooves going outside and hates when I make him come inside!! After walks, once we get to our yard, he lies down and refuses to move.
And he just decided he likes to run in the opposite direction when I call "Carl come!" so he's been banned from roaming leash-free.
Carl, used to his mini tennis balls, is confused at the size of this normal tennis ball.
A present from his Boxer-cousin:
*Blurry* but I love his expression:
"Ooo, the sun..."
Carl tried to pretend he wasn't thirsty and exhausted, because that means he has to go inside. But his expression gave it away...*pant*