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 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.
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.
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.
When you beg so hard, your ears break.