My caption: "October 23. Parker helps with the laundry."
I can only imagine his caption, but I'd bet it would mention a huge pile of chew-toys.
Imagine the consequences of having a black puppy on a white duvet. Then again, why imagine?
I don't always understand Parker, but here, I believe he's saying "Victory!"
Requiescat in pacem, Sofa (1998-2007):
Everything, no matter how inert, must be sniffed. Like this rock, for example:
As requested, here is a full-face beauty shot, from late September:
I don't know if this qualifies as a "full-face beauty shot," but it's the best I could do on short notice:
Here's a Daily Parker classic that should suffice if the ParkerCam image doesn't:
I mean, come on, is he not the cutest dog?
...And as a special bonus, here's a look at spiders on drugs, via a long-time blog reader: http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1734043.
Anne forwarded a Times article (reg.req.) about how gift cards are bad for everyone except the retailers:
The financial-services research firm TowerGroup estimates that of the $80 billion spent on gift cards in 2006, roughly $8 billion will never be redeemed—a bigger impact on consumers," [financial-services research firm TowerGroup] notes, "than the combined total of both debit- and credit-card fraud." A survey by Marketing Workshop Inc. found that only 30 percent of recipients use a gift card within a month of receiving it, while Consumer Reports estimates that 19 percent of the people who received a gift card in 2005 never used it.
So I should start selling gift cards: $20 redeemable in puppy-petting time. I'd make a mint, and Parker would get lots of belly-rubs.
We got back from Miami late Friday. Parker, happy to have us home, wanted to keep us as close as possible Saturday and Sunday. Yesterday, for example, he kept close to Anne even while Anne was off doing other things:
Also, my project start got pushed to either Thursday or next Monday (I'll find out later today). That means Parker came to the office with me this morning, and will probably come back again on Wednesday. He loves coming to the office. Of course, he seems to love just about everything in life, which I think is an attitude worth emulating.
Anne and I are someplace warm (see second photo), but Parker is never far from our thoughts. Here he is New Year's Eve in what we must assume is doggy heaven:
At the moment, we are in people heaven, so I can't guarantee any more postings until Saturday. I hope everyone else is, if not as warm as we are (25°C, 77°F on the beach), at least as happy.