Poor Chicken Biscuit. The fake deer antler in his toy box has some sharp, pokey bits, where he’s chewed it. One of them must have gotten him in the nose, because he was suddenly afraid of it and wouldn’t go near his toys. He got over it after a few minutes though, so don’t feel too sorry for him. (The little nose poke and paw action at the end of the video are the best things ever. That’s how he asks for my help when he has a problem he just can’t cope with.)
His hives are better! I finally had to give him a dose of prednisone, which helped. He still has a few crusty bits and some itching, but–attacking toy box aside–he’s feeling much better.
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.