Do we want to know what the dogs did to earn those beads? Right, probably not.
But knowing the cat, he’ll rat them out.
Or not.
Guess I don’t know the cat like I thought.
Actually, we borrowed the beads from college boy’s bedroom. And how did he come about owning these? That story, my friends, is indeed one I don’t need to know.
When you spend your days with dogs, you may start to be aware of certain trends in behavior. We already know that Yaxley comes to work to relax after a long evening of tormenting the snot out of Jager. But we also see that some weather, particularly barometric pressure changes, makes him rather sleepy. Which, by the power of suggestion, makes us all feel sleepy. Yax naps the workday away, I chug the caffeine.
Here’s Yax curled up on his bed at the office in an awkward love cuddle with a favorite toy. He’s in a tight ball with his tail by his nose. Like a big yellow snoring fox with a nasal obstruction.
Long before tough dogs were being whispered to on national television, we had, in my opinion, the first fella to perform such derring-do.
This is my favorite kid in 2005 at the Iditarod restart in Willow, Alaska. He’s coaching Rick Swenson’s sled dog team to do their best over the next thousand miles of wilderness trail.
The only five time winner of the Iditarod? Oh yeah, that Rick Swenson.
Here is Bodine, the cat who fears nothing and blames the dogs for everything. Noting that casual pose with the elbow resting on the detective book, he reminds of a feline Sherlock Holmes. It’s rather elementary, you stoopid dogs.
I might caption this Whodunit, indeed.
Other thoughts?
Today’s WW pic is a repeat from last fall’s post Turkey in the Raw.
Because I love the essence of mutual adoration captured here between Micron and his new toddling friend. And because I had a nightmare about Micron last night and he’s heavy on my mind this morning.
Off now to hug my dog.
Go. Do. Be Dog. 