A Dog's Life

Dexter is learning how to play fetch. At present, he's pretty terrible at it. He gets the whole chase-the-ball aspect; where he fails miserably is in the return. He gets all caught up in the ball's inherent roundness and keeps rolling it back down the knoll on which our house is situated. His repeated runs up and down said knoll, coupled with the heat of N.C. in June, turns him into one tuckered out pooch. His supine stance, squinty eyes, and bared incisors pretty much tell the entire story. Here he can be witnessed in his native environment, on what I've dubbed "the Piggy throne."