Actually his birthday was a couple of days ago. He's deaf as a post (if you happen to have a post that can hear a little), he's got fatty lumps all oooooover his body, and he sleeps even more than I do. Here he is sneering at the paparazzi (me) after waking up with a severe kibble hangover this morning:

But he'll still go get that frisbee:


And catch it:




(Note grass blade, center-tongue.)Update: Aftermath:

Update II: Teenagers. Just caught BB with two of the
neighborhood ne'er-do-wells smoking cornsilk cigs behind the garage.
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