Sunday morning Diggy had to go to the groomers to get a haircut. He hates it and it makes me so sad every time. He shakes and clutches onto you when you take him there. The girls that work there are really nice though and always say how good he was, but it still makes me sad to know he gets so scared to go. To reward him, afterwards we took him to play at this grassy area by the beach in Coronado.
At first he was having fun, but after about a half hour, he was panting and hot and kept losing his football to the sand. At one point he got into the sand and started digging with his nose and paws and got sand all over himself and his eyes. Since this seemed like it would hurt and he had just gotten groomed, we took him home a little sooner than we had planned.
I swear half of the times we try to take him to do something fun, he would prefer to be home either in the shade on our patio or napping on our bed or the rug. He drank a ton of water and then later found a nice place to take a nap under our chair. 
He's so cute :)
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