Inevitably, my boozy unwinding comes with a price. As I come up with something to fill my time, for instance, I suddenly realize that I had just spent one too many hours hours taking photos of my dog. Indeed, suddenly a combination of booze and time makes a photo journal of my dog's life seem like a perfectly logical way to creatively pass the time.
Since I am very much invested in productively spending my time (I have thoroughly assimilated the Protestant work ethic), the only thing that remains is to post the said photos on a blog in the name of, obviously, productively spending my time. So, without further ado, here is Grover's aka Stinky's photo journal.
Porndog: Grover enjoys exposing himself whenever he gets an opportunity to do so. The best place to do it is his very own bed.
Most dogs shy away from an evening in front of the fire, but not Grover. He cannot wait for the weather to get cold so he can sit in front of a warm fire and reflect on the day's events.
Sometimes a dog can get really sad cause he needs a haircut in the most desperate way. Then, he gets a haircut and style and he's all, "come and get it bitches!"
To his utter surprised disappointment, however, no matter the stylish cut, all dogs, both ladies and gents, cross the street when they see him coming. No matter the cut, the barking annoys all potential canine friends. The barking is a self-defense mechanism. I mean, what small dog doesn't have a Napoleonic complex?
The height of creatively yet productively spending time came at the end of last October when I dressed Grover up as Princess Leia in preparation for Halloween. I don't think he's forgiven me for it just yet. He keeps bringing it up.