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.
I have no idea why he does this. Or even how he does it.
Maintenance finally replaced my million year old dishwasher, after the door broke. This is Thomas’ favorite maintenance guy, so he had to supervise.
A cold front blew in, literally. The wind caused several power outages in town, and we were one of the lucky ones. It got a little chilly in my apartment, but it wasn’t too bad. I put a hoodie on Thomas and got out some candles and my battery charger and spent the day writing.