I’ve decided that my dog is pretty much the perfect dog. Well, almost. There was the one time when the Professor and I were going somewhere and I had to stop by and pick the Professor up and she entered the car (Mrs. W was in the back seat) with a peach. She began making some point, which involved flailing the peach around for emphasis, and the dog, who is occasionally given peaches as a treat (because first they’re a ball and then they break open and are dessert!), leaned forward and began to each the Professor’s breakfast.
Which, yes, bad dog, but holy shit was it funny. I’m laughing about it even trying to type it here.
Which reminds me, I keep meaning to tell you that the Professor has this idea that we should gather together a bunch of plastic shopping bags and I will crochet them into other shopping bags. She calls it a “meta-shopping bag.” Which is also pretty funny, if you think about it.
I wonder if I could crochet myself a house made out of shopping bags…