And we have a winner!

For the world's most sedentary dog. Mine. I went and picked her up today. First, let me say she's SO cute. Her name is Leslie (they picked it out, I would have named her Millard Fillmore in honor of our rockin' 13th president...I'd have called her Milly). She slept just about the whole way to the park. At the park, we walked for a bit. She laid down. Amanda, then Chadd, then Dan, then John all tried to get her to play. She rolled over for a belly rub. Dan did finally jog around with her which completely wore her out and she slept all the way to dinner. At Bobby's Dairy Dip guess what happened--she went to sleep (albeit preciously at my feet). On the way out she was almost eaten by what looked like a wooly mammoth. That was all very taxing apparently so I helped her mellow out by playing some Jack Johnson which I could tell she dug because she slept all the way home. We got home and I let her in the back yard. She pooped and is now napping. If this keeps up, I'm going to have to adopt her...And change her name.