we’re the only ones here but he’s still on the lookout. at Terhune Memorial Park – View on Path.
john bonding with chuckles.
christmas eve cuddles with charlie.
relishing the heat (and television) at john’s before we have to go home.
such an oddly shaped dog. (Taken with Instagram)
charlie is the most boring dog at the park. he smells things and begs for attention from other people. (Taken with Instagram at Brookdale Dog Park)
jamie and charlie’s body count this past weekend:
- (2/5) chipmunks
- (1/1) possums
- (0/8) deer (though not for lack of trying or me yelling, “look, a deer!”)
i applaud their teamwork on this particular hunt, but unfortunately the chipmunk in the video got away.
we are lying out. jamie is listening for rodents to make their way out of hiding, her nose keeping tabs on the light breeze swirling through (her wet black nostrils are flaring, flexing like a bodybuilder in competition). i am reading a manuscript on my phone, tucked close to my face so my shoulder blocks out the glare. charlie is charlie, pushing his way onto the blanket and trying to lick everything ( me, my phone, his penis, in that order). the sun warms my back and legs but occasionally i’ll feel a hint of cold when the breeze sneaks up under the hem of my sweatshirt. i can only think, oh winter, is that all you’ve got?
when you ask me what i’m doing this weekend and i say, “nothing”? i mean nothing.
occasionally i’ll look up to see if one of them has run off.
we’re charlie-sitting for the weekend and decided to think up the most unfun activity for him. he spent an hour on the lake and then as i was pulling the kayak up onto shore, jamie attacked him. he’s scratch-free but seriously shaken up. jamie’s on her way to the emergency room because there was blood all over her left eye, even after transferring a bunch to my right thigh.
SO, most unfun activity for all parties involved, really.
charlie in jamie’s old raincoat! he’s wondering why we didn’t put him in a life jacket instead, since our road is now a river.
charlie is not having any of this canoe bullshit.
charlie almost got away today.
he was loose and he doesn't listen to me.
probably because he doesn't understand you.
yeah maybe i should try spanish.
or maybe because he's a dog.