Max found a new place to play this afternoon.

 We call this giant dog bed "the hot tub".

On hot summer days this baby makes its way out onto the patio to heat up. Sam and Ruby jump-in, throw their skinny arms over the edge and hang out.

When it gets really hot they begin to "hot-dog" (which is what normal people call panting). Then it's time to get out of the tub and get a "binkda binkda" (drink of water).  

Here's the hot tub in action.
The only thing missing is a cold beer.

In Max's defense the hot tub is really soft and on more than one occasion I have tried to jump in there with the pups.

Sam & Ruby were nice enough to share the hot tub with Max. He had a crazy time this evening playing in and out and all about the tub. We're cool with it for now as long as he doesn't start inviting girls over when we're not home.

Just like in a real hot tub, sometimes you just want to put your feet in.

And sometimes you just want to jump right in.  

And sometimes you need a friend to join you.
"Dad, you gonna get in?"