ABOVE: Rocky, at W’s old house, really wanting to go for a walk. Also, much like Zoolander–he can only turn in one direction. Despite not being so young and svelte he still does this same dance when you say Walk or rustle plastic bags.
quick post. Finals are starting. We are pretty sure that we are moving to LA sometime next year. We are also pretty sure that Rocky is going blind, amongst all his other issues (someday I will write about that).
He is having trouble with the stairs. Our stairs are pretty steep and high so its not really hard to have issue with them–I have issue with them, I have fallen down them. He is doing this thing where he can’t even start them and its only been recently. You sort of have to push his butt to give him the confidence he needs to climb them. That being said, this morning when I was resetting the modem (again!), he was all of the sudden right behind me drooling on my flip flops when he had been downstairs eating–aka spreading his kibble around the living room.
Now we are studying outside in my lush (W’s words, not mine) garden. He is sleeping on my yoga mat. Ah Rocky, you are so adorable and all I want to do all day is hug you. I also love that you are so spoiled you can’t even lay on the ground like a proper dog–no you need (at least) a yoga mat. I am sorry you are going blind but you seem to love life just the same.
See you on the flip side of finals.