Drunken portraits!

Sudo is now 16.5 weeks, and he’s changed so much. He’s super clever, and so energetic. Walking is much better, interaction with other dogs is greatly improved, and house training is about 95% success. I almost understand why people have children – such a sense of satisfaction watching them learn behaviour you want them to adopt.

Anyway, we’re now playing in the garden and he loves it. It tires him out, too, which means that we love it!

If I had my way, I’d never work. I’d just stay home all day, watch Scarface 50 times, eat a [fake] turkey sandwich, and have sex all fucking day. Then I’d dress up like a clown, and surprise kids at schools. Then I’d take a dump in the back of a movie theater, and just wait until somebody sat in it. Hear it squish. That’s funny to me. Then I’d paint, and read, and play violin. I’d climb the mountains, and sing the songs that I like to sing. But I don’t got that kinda time.

Another stupid iPhone photos post.

Tasteful interior at puppy classes.

Amelie usually stands on my shoulders, but today she got comfortable, and freakish-eyed about why she could see her reflection in 2 places, I guess.

I don’t know if this is a cat thing, but she likes to hide behind things, but wonders where her tail has come from. Attacks usually ensue.

It’s nearly scary how much better-behaved he’s getting. If we’re in the kitchen with him (still don’t trust him to make it outside from the lounge in time) and doing something else, he’ll quite happily sit by us and nap or play or coerce us into playing. He’s gone, very quickly, from quite frequently being a pain in the ass, to hardly ever. Dogs are great.