A recent photo of Diego, the giant fur baby (he is just 18 months old) in my living room, which used to be a place of quiet calm, clean and neat – and now is covered with DOG, dog toys, pieces of dog chews and treats (that’s what vacuums are for, dahlink. sigh), and all the shite he brings into the house on his curly-ass hair. That’s his favorite toy, a blue dinosaur, on the floor. We play daily with the toy. He likes me to chase him around the downstairs, but if I stick with it, I can get him to bring it back to me while I sit my arse in a chair, tossing it in the air, where he tries and occasionally succeeds in catching it. He’s a good boy. Almost all the time. Sometimes. Mostly.
(right now he is watching me type, sitting under the dining table, the toy resting between his two gigantic front paws. I know he wants to play – can I escape my fate… no, no I cannot. sigh.) <3
