Madison is definately NOT the quiet one at the dog park. Or the calm one. Or the low-key one.
She is the barker, the wrestler, the runner, the queen of the dirt pile.
That's my farm dog. I wish I could give her a week in the country, with cattle to herd and fences to jump and chickens to tease and fields to explore. Maybe one day.
In the meantime there is the dog park, THANK GOODNESS for the dog park. Here is the face of a tired dog on the way home. I guess we get it done.