Friday, January 23, 2009
Is that a tired-looking dog, or what? He looks positively weary.
Yesterday afternoon, Arthur was acting like he'd just spent a sleepless night chain-smoking, surfing the internet and worrying about his 401K and wouldn't even raise his head when I called his name because it was taking up all his energy just to lie there on the wood floor.
This is the same dog that, five minutes later on a walk, yanked me up and down the street sniffing the edges of parking strips (as he likes to do when he's feeling crazy), got his leash all tangled and then tried to poop and pee at the same time, on the same pole, with one leg in the air and the rest of him in a squat.
He either needs therapy or a treadmill.