Thomas got a bath last weekend. My mom visited, and she’s allergic to him, so I always give him a bath before she comes. He was a very good boy for her visit, but when she left, he was absolutely worn out. Being a good host is hard work.
I’ve been obsessed with Granny Smith apples and peanut butter, lately. Thomas says that is, coincidentally, his very favorite food. All foods are his very favorite.
I was walking Thomas in the rain, and he was taking his sweet time sniffing around, so I entertained myself by looking for four leaf clovers. I found one! I haven’t found one since I was a little kid.
I didn’t pose him like that. He’s just ridiculous, all on his own.
Thomas got a new box of cookies. Piglet got a new Fortress of Solitude. Everybody’s happy, more or less.
Thomas and I had some quality time on the patio this weekend. He was such a total ass the first time I put him on a tie-out that I never tried it again. He was much better this time, though, so it looks like he’ll be able to hang out with me outside this summer.
Piglet is obsessed with my work space. He likes to shred the paper in the hanging basket, and occasionally he throws the pens and washi tape out of my little art tote so that he can sit in it.
That is the face of a blissed out dog.
Look at that fang toof! It’s the one Thomas uses to stash things he wants to hang out with. I would dearly love to know why he does that, though I should probably just be glad that he’s such a ridiculous boy.
Piglet has a new fortress of solitude.
Piglet just can’t even.