Okay, so it’s Take Your Dog to Work Day. But in my house every weekday is Take Your Pug to Work. That’s because as I sit in my office pounding away at the keyboard Pablo is my faithful companion. As I type this he is at my feet, spread eagle on the floor inches from my chair. I have to remember he’s there or else I sometimes roll onto him. When I’ve done that a few times, he staggers to his paws and goes to his bed, pictured above.
A loyal assistant, he always manages to wake up at lunchtime to help me eat my sandwich. Then it’s back to the grind of getting in a full day’s sleep. When K returns from his job, Pablo is there to greet him. His work day complete, he follows K to the kitchen for a well-earned snack.
Hmm. I see it’s been awhile since my last post. You’ll have to excuse me, I’ve been super busy with work projects. And, oh yeah, in April K and I went on a fabulous trip to England, sightseeing in London and Oxford and tootling around the countryside. I expected to see a ton of pugs in Merry Old England, but I spotted just one, wandering around on his own on the grounds of Christ Church in Oxford. I can only expect he belongs to some eccentric don who doesn’t believe in leashes.
I did see this charming coin box outside a store in an oh-so-quaint village in the Cotswold. Who could refuse to toss in a couple of quid looking at that face?
Now that we’re back, and I’ve more or less gotten caught up with work, K and I took our favorite pug to the park to relax. For those of you interested in seeing an up-close view of Pablo’s dental work, here’s a view of one side of his mouth. The other side has ever fewer teeth, believe it or not!
Till next time, which hopefully won’t be as long!