This past weekend was my birthday, and part of the day was spent at the park with Truman.
There are few places full of more simple joy than at the park with Truman.
He chases the ball.
He brings it back.
He sits on the tunnel instead of going through it.
We bounce the ball on purpose. He catches it anyway.
On the rare occasion that another dog gets to the ball first, this does not lessen his enthusiasm.
He jumps over logs.
And stands on rocks.
But probably the best part is when he gets to jump through the hoop.
Because I get to capture when he makes faces like this.
I think that says it all, really.