There is one thing I love better than anything in the world (except Mick, but that doesn’t count), and that’s dogs. Specifically, my dogs, Kramer and Stuart, although any dog will do in a pinch.
Because I am going through kind of a creative dry spell–that’s not exactly true because while I am feeling very creative, I haven’t had the time to do anything about it–I thought the dogs deserved a post of their very own.
So here we go:
My parents ran the Boston Marathon today, so my morning was spent tracking them on the Boston Marathon website. I know it looks like I’m forcing him, but really, Stuart wanted to look at their results on the computer. Honest.
On any give day, at any given time, this is where you will find my dog Kramer, who will be 15 next month. This is our bed at the Santa Monica house, and it’s pretty high up. In recent years he’s gotten a little less proficient at jumping up on it, but since he’s on it every time I go in there, I figure he’s doing okay.
This is Kramer lying on his bed at our Oregon house. The bed there is much too high for him to jump on–he won’t even try. He likes to curl himself up into the smallest ball he can sometimes. Oh, and yes, that is my bra laying on the floor next to him. I’m too lazy to photoshop it out at the moment.
Stuart is a cuddle bug. About 90% of the time, some part of his body has to be touching some part of mine, including when I knit (he’s actually jealous of my knitting needles). That’s why most of the stuff I knit has little black dog hairs stuck in it here and there.
The dog pictured above is my aunt and uncle’s dog, Buddy. He’s a big ol’ hound dog mutt, and deliciously kissable.
I’ll leave you with that one.