Don’t get me wrong, I was happy to get some pictures of Yogi. But I would rather have snuck off with him, spent eight hours romping through all the dog parks in San Francisco, and then returned him (snoring gently) to his parents.
That may be the happiest, stoned-est dog I have ever seen in my life.
Well-trained pup. He knew ‘sit’ and actually stayed sat, even if he did lean far forward trying hard to give me a lick.
That’s not a sad face… that’s pure concentration.
