My dogs are very, very smart. They figured out within a day or two what it means when I put on my beat-up, velcro sneakers...dog park!
I love my pups.
Speaking of the dog park, the other evening, while Harley and Tucker were play-fighting and their hackles were raised all along their spines, a man came up to me and actually asked whether they were Rhodesian ridgebacks...lol!
Sunny Lucas would be appalled!
She could eat my Italian Greyhounds as a snack, then look around for some pork treats.
I set the guy straight pretty darn quickly. Amateur.