Sometimes I catch Parker looking straight at the ParkerCam, and I wonder: what does he see?
The camera just sits there, never moving, just staring at him. Could he be looking at the little red tally light? I wonder.
I'm still schlepping out to Kishinev (near Kyiv) every morning, so again all I have to offer is the dog walker's message from yesterday: "No business, but he's back to his usual self. #2: No. Treat." Simple, concise, nicely encapsulating my dog's afternoon.
Also, I've made a minor configuration change to the ParkerCam. A problem with the upload process had caused it to blank out occasionally; I've now fixed that. Enjoy.
In lieu of a photo, just a note from the dog walking service: "Wow, what a crappy day. Parker didn't mind a bit. #2: No."
I suppose this route would get me from Chicago to London. It just seems inconvenient. (Thanks to reader RB.)
I was about to open a bag of peanuts, but I hesitated. Apparently (assuming the warning message on the bag is credible), the "product was manufactured in a facility where peanuts...are used..."
Well, blow me down, Popeye. Forget those nuts. I'll just have to stay hungry.
All right, I admit, sometimes I really hate Chicago's weather. Parker, who has never experienced a really hot Chicago summer (though he probably experienced some serious heat on the farm near his birthplace in Carbondale, Ill.), seems to enjoy it:
Yes, folks, it's snowing in April. And because it's just above freezing, the snow is heavy, wet, and slushy. Parker took one look out the door this morning and bounded into the yard like...well, like a puppy.
Bad news, P-dogg: no play group tonight. It will be challenge enough to get the mud off you after your evening walk.
I've started a new project that is consuming almost every waking moment, so unfortunately I have no new Parker photo today. Instead, I'll re-post a classic, from last September:
My vet just called: Parker's digestive issues come from a hookworm infection. Eww. Fortunately, I'd already picked up his heartworm pills, so he's had his first treatment.
And whence come these parasites? I'll leave that for you to Google.
John Lennon once remarked that the Beatles were "more popular than Jesus," explaining later that more people had bought Beatles albums than went to church.
It turns out, we atheists are less popular than the GEICO Cave Man. At least, more people would vote for the GEICO Cave Man, than would vote for an atheist.
The sad fact is, most of the first U.S. presidents—including Jefferson and Washington—were, famously, as close to atheists as the 18th Century allowed.
Who said voters were irrational?
I'm developing a hypothesis about Parker's digestive issues. Perhaps it has something to do with eating sticks: