Friday, March 14, 2008
I have the weirdest dog in the universe.
We are painting our bedroom, and have moved just about everything except the bed and some larger furniture out. Everything is in total disarray, and Maurice's bed had to be moved from the regular spot where those drop cloths and rags are to the right of the photo, and it is now in the center of the room at the foot of our bed. I came out of the shower today to find this scene - my dog, wedged between our bed and his bed. Why doesn't he just sleep *on* the bed, one might ask? I can't imagine what he's doing can be more comfortable. But whatever... I will let him do what he wants.
As if there was any doubt in my mind that my dog was very, very strange.