As I've said before, living with a dog makes me more aware of local places to enjoy nature. I was driving through Heidelberg recently and noticed a teensy little park and stored the information away in my 'can't-be-bothered-going-for-a-proper-walk' mental filing cabinet.
Today was one of those days, so we drove to the minuscule park and Penny showed me that you don't have to cover a lot of ground to have fun.
You can chase tennis balls and then lie on them.
You can mooch around smelling the smells.
There's always the pleasure of surveying the local scenery.
And, of course, you can just enjoy the ownership of a really, really grotty old tennis ball.