This is the yard beside our house which is Beethoven's favorite place to play and avoid going back home. Every time we walk him, on the way back home he "insists" until we take him to the yard. Once there, it's always the same fun ritual: he runs in circles, chases and is chased. After some time, he lays down as if he was tired. In fact, he does that to provoke me given that I'm the one who's tired. And I, of course, cannot resist. After playing a lot, we both go home exhausted and happy.
