I had a great time sketching in Gyro Park on Canada Day. Yogi was with me, drinking my painting water and standing on my palette (I'm still picking bark mulch out of it), but being good company non the less. He's still the friendliest puppy in the world. Everybody loves him (especially me).
Of course right now he's driving me crazy - throwing his tennis ball under the love seat I'm sitting on, then barking for me to retrieve it. 'You're the retriever, Yogi, not me. Oh, alright, just one more time.'