Dog Daze

I am dealing with maybe a little bit of guilt about leaving my dog behind with my old roommate who can't even be bothered to walk her on a semi-regular basis.  My roommate was gone for my last week at the old place, so I probably spent a little too much following my dog around with my camera phone.  I gave her a break from her shock therapy collar, and guess who didn't even growl when the mail lady came through the gate?

Here are shots that I find to be incredibly cute and you can waste 30 seconds looking at them because it's not like I've ever made you look at my wedding album or sit through potty training slide shows of all four of my children.  Behold, my dog's internal monologue...


A lady always crosses her legs.  Even when passed out.



Why must daylight savings affect my eating schedule?

Indestructible frisbee my ass.

I have already tanned on the porch and napped in various locations.  Now I will stare at you until you throw the ball for me or give me a treat.  I'm cool with either.

Treats please? Please??

What is in that bowl?  Is it for me?

Wait, what happened to all of the stuff in your room? Are you leaving me??

I don't know why I feel the need to keep my dog's name private, but I do.  She doesn't need any stalkers.