The boys can’t play as hardcore as they used to, so we’ve been coming up with other ways to keep them exercised.
Whitey takes them to the courthouse (about two blocks away) and throws a tennis ball as high up into the tree as he can… plinko-style.
It exhausts them, and luckily there’s a nearby faucet to water them.
They still look rabid by the time we get home, though.
I love this dog.