This is a shining example of where our dog likes to sit these days.
Yep, right down thar near the small of your back. I'm sure it's incredibly comfortable for him and in his mind a genius move, but Gus, fer the love! It's like shoving a toaster--a sneezing one--in between you and your back support. He is undeterred if extracted from this position and will reset in a matter of seconds.
But he sure looks happy, and I bet he wonders why he didn't think of this years ago.
In other news, Gus had his second all-day explosion of unbridled dog glee at NowBoarding near the airport yesterday.
You can pay $25 to drop your dog off in the morning and pick him up by 6pm. There, he is treated to nonstop play with lots of other dogs in a very impressive facility that includes little kid plastic slides and other things we think dogs like. They even have a huge therapeutic spa tub for the dogs, if they are so in need.
We have done this with Gus now on two random Fridays, just to see what it's about, and to assess its potential as a longer-term boarding option for trips if needed. Since the alternative--staying with family--undoubtedly drives my brothers over the edge. I can't imagine what they find distracting about a pug's snorting and staring and Tasmanian Devil spin-style love attacks when they're trying to do something as civilized as read on the couch.
Anyway, yesterday after we picked Gus up (the sole pint-sized wonder left amid a sea of yellow labs), he spent about five more minutes in our presence at fever pitch and then devolved into a puddle of droopiness bordering on total malaise, which has continued into this morning. "It was like the dog park times 100 and I couldn't stop!" $25 well spent.
Wednesday we celebrated Muffy's birthday--22! Much more casual and non-opportunistic-sounding than 21, in her opinion. I agree.
And what better way to celebrate than mini desserts @ $1 each.
I have to include this picture because it's so...Muffy. Could this not be a coffee ad? Bon anniversaire, ma soeur!