And as always, after funning around in the dog park's shit water pond, he gets a serious bath.

Rolls around like a super freak after his bath.

And then falls asleep standing up.
Sleeeeepy Pup.
Lear: And my poor fool is hanged. No, no life? Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come no more, never, never, never. Pray you, undo this button. Thank you, sir. O, O, O, O.


Sleeeeepy Pup.
Now, he’s begging at the table, marking (whether he has a full tank or not) and most amazing … he loves books. Especially the paper parts.
I am not sure what the replacement costs will be to the Public Library but it’s coming out of his dog treat allowance.