The crazed mutt got to blow off some energy with a frisbee in the park today. The good news was that I only beamed one person with the stupid toy. (Apparently, I'm not so much with the aiming. Whatever. It's hard to throw properly while nursing a cup of my breakfast roast with skim milk.)
In true Macy form, she found the stinkiest, rottingest spot in the grass and rolled herself into stinky-upside-down puppy heaven before plowing full-force into our laps, spilling coffee along the way.
More picture of Sunday morning park revelry, which also included five police cars, one ambulance, one police helicopter and eight other dogs. God, I heart Sundays.