All right, today I feel really bad for Parker. It's a beautiful day in Chicago, so I left the window open just above his crate. Instead of spending the day sleeping, the poor guy been staring out the window all day. I wish I could take him for a very long walk today but, alas, my client requires my presence 40 km away.
Notice the second image is three hours later:
The good part of this is, he'll probably sleep like a, well, like a dog tonight.
Update, 1:20pm: I believe the caption is, "I want my @%^!! WALK already!":
Update, 1:25pm: Oh, shit.
Final update, 2:25pm: Finally! But Parker feels bad, I feel bad, the dog walker feels bad, and there's a turd on my bedroom floor:
And I'm out here in West Bumble because...well, I'll be thinking about that on the hour-long drive home today.
While I'm working out here in Kyiv (actually Oak Brook, Ill.), Parker has to stay for hours on end in his crate. I feel bad about him being alone for so long (even though he gets walked around 1pm), but let's review why he's in a crate:
Tomorrow, though, the ParkerCam will be dark, because Parker gets to go to day care with his friends—and, more for my peace of mind, with the trainer who got him to understand the difference betwen me and the rest of his litter mates.
Also of note, a friend touring Thailand and environs called me this morning from Cambodia. That was really cool.
P-Dogg and I had a ball yesterday:
Chicago weather is truly wonderful. Yesterday Parker and I tossed this tennis ball around for half an hour, and yet only four days earlier it snowed. Parker, of course, does not care about the weather:
Nor does he consider, for a moment, where that tennis ball has been:
The vet just called: Since Parker's condition has, um, firmed up, he can now go back day care again.
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."
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.