This is an intense week of teaching, with my students turning in their rough drafts. Back later this morning.
UPDATE: I’m working on a post but have to finish another project first.
Back shortly.
NOTE: Yes, the photo is of my now-nearly six month old wolfdog Lily. Wednesday night I was working in my office when I heard a commotion in the living room. Someone appeared to careening around the room knocking into furniture, toppling breakables.
I came out and found the silly creature you see pictured. (The bag had been filled with dog food.)
And what did I do in response? The only sensible thing, of course. I gave her the command to SIT—to which she complied. Then I quickly grabbed my iPhone and snapped two photos.
Then and only then, did I remove the bag from the beast’s head.
Priorities.
Thank you for your patience.
UPDATE 2: Phooey. Still working, thus I’m going to hold the post until Monday.
Have a great, sun-kissed weekend.
My sister lost her 10 year old yellow lab a couple of weeks ago, and I think it might make her day to send her over her to view the various wolf pup shots. Thanks!
Jim, please tell your sister I understand and grieve for her, and send her a hug. But at least I can offer concrete personal evidence that there’s puppy joy even after losing the most beloved of dogs.