Some of you wanted gross-out pictures from the inside of my head so here you go.
First is the required non-squeamishy picture, not of my dog this time but rather a picture of a tasty sangria that I can’t have right now. Not that I would anyway since it’s 3am when I’m writing this but if it were 3pm I still couldn’t have one with the meds I’m on.
Go on, just look at that frosty glass and tasty, tasty liquid. You know you want one.
Excellent. Now that you’re all soothed, here come the crime-scene photos.
First the ubiquitous picture of a handsome dog to save the squeamish among you, though there really isn’t anything squeamishing in this post unless you count the picture of me later on down. I just needed an excuse to include a picture of my running buddy.
Saw the cutest thing this morning while walking Chip.
A half dozen houses up from where we were this black and white long-haired dog (sorry, don’t know what breed) bounds out of a house, runs down to the end of the walk, grabs a newspaper in his mouth, turns a 180 on a dime and runs back inside the house.
Very smartly done and clearly the dog enjoyed doing that task for his human.