In case any doubt remains that Watsy and I were meant for each other, here is a picture of Watson staring off into space while the lithe, athletic dogs wear themselves out tugging over some toy.
Good thinking, little one. Let’s go get a snack.
HEY, YOUR PLACE IS LIKE, REALLY NICE, WATSON.
I KNOW, RIGHT? IT IS AN EVOLVING SPACE BUT I LIKE WHERE IT IS RIGHT NOW.
Uh, puppies? I sleep here, too. I hate to be a bother, but if you could all maybe consider the dog bed? The couches? Or maybe the rug? I’ve got some private room under the bed?
NO, NO, THIS IS GOOD. HERE. LAY DOWN AND WE WILL SLEEP ON TOP OF YOU, OKAY?
Okay, puppies. Okay.
Kelli and I spent a joyful afternoon at the dog park with this herd of good looking puppies. Look at their faces! Can you believe these faces?
Bentley and Lorelei are visiting for a few days; Watson and Max are very pleased with their new friends.