It was a pretty good day in Max Land.
The sun warmed, the brisk breeze cooled. As well as the usual gardener creature there were plumbers to play with. Sticks were aplenty. Seagulls kept a respectful distance, taking it easy on account of the weather, but still you remained vigilant. Unless of course there was chance of a diverting stick throw. The fetid pond water was delicious to quench your thirst. That clean stuff from the tap rejected as poison. A sneaky mini pork pie a treat.
What more could a little dog ask for?