Just for giggles I took a few photos of Parker as he complained about me going to work this morning. It's easy, by the way, to get him to stop complaining: a frozen, peanut-butter filled Kong works fine. Photo #1 shows him as he realized that I was getting ready to leave:
Photo #2 shows his dissatisfaction with this turn of events:
And yes, Virginia, there is a ParkerCam today (and tomorrow).
One more from yesterday: only this time, I think a caption is in order. Thoughts? How about, "Um...could you give me a push?"
No ParkerCam today or tomorrow. He's at day camp, so I have more time to finish my current project in West Kishinev.
Over the weekend, Parker and I played "bring it, give it, drop it" (aka "fetch") for hours. Occasionally—and this is why I'm not even good enough for the Cubs—the ball somehow wound up in the next yard. Fortunately Parker didn't, but not for lack of trying:
I apologize to anyone who, like me, had Parker withdrawal today. He was at day camp, and I was in meetings all day, so not only am I late getting TDP out today but also there was no ParkerCam.
As a reward for your patience, I present two portraits of the holy terror himself:
Parker didn't seem to mind much when Ron picked him up:
A moment later, though, I think he wanted to get down:
Poor guy, doesn't get any respect.
Parker, I mean.
When Parker first discovered this ball Sunday morning, it was round:
And yesterday's note from the dog-walking service made me laugh: "He's a good walker, but I can't get him to crap for me." I suppose Parker is a one-human crapper, because he performed beautifully both going to and coming from the dog park yesterday.
Finally, no ParkerCam today because he's at day camp.
The weather this past weekend precluded posting to TDP. We simply spent too much time not in front of a computer. Actually, Parker doesn't spend any time in front of computers that he knows of anyway, though sometimes he seems dimly aware of the ParkerCam.
Parker did, on the other hand, get a chance to stick his nose out the window of a moving car a few times. Like at this stoplight, when I suddenly felt whiskers and a cold nose on my earlobe:
(I have to say, it's a little disconcerting to have a dog nosing one's ear when the car is moving.)
I also want to post Friday's note from the dog-walking service: "He was great today. A guy even stopped us to tell me that."
After some trial and error, and even though he's still unclear on the concept, Parker finally got down and dirty with the tug toy yesterday:
Did I mention the "trial and error?"
He did, eventually, put all four paws into it:
He also killed one of his oldest toys last night, the lion-head tennis ball he's had since he couldn't even get down the stairs by himself. Yeah, once he started working on it, he spent less than five minutes scattering stuffing all over the floor. So now he has a tennis ball that used to have a lion head on it.
Another one bites the dust.
Apparently he's back on the Hollofil again. He actually killed two squeakies yesterday, and continued his project of removing the stuffing from my mortally-wounded comforter. Sigh.
OK, it's really time for new photos. I've been too lazy busy to take new ones lately, so it's time for another classic, this one from early October:
As a lagniappe (or mea culpa, depending on whether you feel French or Latin today), the dog-walking service note from yesterday said, "He's the friendliest dog in America." I can't argue.
Also, no ParkerCam today: he's at day camp.