I spent Christmas weekend finishing up work on a collage book I started two years ago. It was enormous (108 pages), so I don’t know when I’ll find the motivation to sit down and scan the whole thing. I did a page-through video, though. (Audio provided by Thomas, who decided that was the perfect time to sit down next to me and chew on his Benebone.)
Sometimes I throw food at my dog.
Even his drooling is ridiculous.
Every day, every walk, Thomas and his ears bounce along. The cuteness when his ears flippy-flop in unison is almost more than I can stand.
This week was long, but it’s over (for me), and I got to come home today and play with my ridiculous dog.
I love the baby dinosaur noises he makes when he plays rolly-polly.
Thomas got an early morning bath, after walking through a patch of poison ivy. Baths are not his favorite thing, but a little peanut butter makes them almost tolerable.
We had a small but mighty storm this afternoon. Wind, heavy rain, and hail.
Thomas was utterly unconcerned.
Sometimes Piglet toys with the idea of forgiving Thomas for not being Franny. The mood always passes quickly, though.
When your tail just won’t behave…