Our Dylan Boy

For the second day in a row, we took him back to the dog park.  The girl child collected sloppy tennis balls in her shirt. 

Daddy and Owen hung out on a bench, discussing baseball positions and world peace.

Dylan mostly laid around and watched the other dogs until I called him and then he came running.

He's a sweet boy.

And after a year and a half, he's a pretty good boy, too.  He is most certainly a daddy's boy.

After we left the park, we headed to a local pet store that has a DIY dog bath.  I couldn't lead him up the ramp into the sink.  Todd had to lift up all 76 pounds of him into the sink.  After that, he sat still while I washed him good with shampoo and conditioner.  He looked most pitiful.  But afterwards, he was the cleanest smelling dog and only for nine bucks.  Woo hoo for a clean boy!