... so I let him loose in our back yard, so he could run around. He did not do a lot of running, but was trying to dig to China or something ...
With him was his red Frisbee, an orange rubber stick with a rope loop (we call it Dynamite), and a foot ball.
Of course I regret my decision:
because he did not want to be cleaned up. I had to give him a sponge bath, because the hose was too cold, so was the wading pool. He only stepped in with his front paws, and squealed like a pig. Sigh. The dirt will come off eventually, and I have a strong vacuum cleaner.