So when one of our friends brought his dog to visit yesterday (who, by the way, looks like Dudley's long-lost brother... I should have taken pictures!), I was really looking forward to it. Why? Because last night, he looked like this:
(Please excuse his lack of dignity when it comes to exposing his privates.)
And one day later, Dudley is still affected from a long day of playing. Oh sure, he's been moving around a lot. But only to end up like this:
And of course, this:
And I've been able to do the things I need to get done today, without having him barking at me incessantly. It's been glorious.
I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm starting to think that Mr. Dudley could use a brother or sister. My initial thought is that it would be twice the work for us... but would it actually be less work if they both wore each other out like this?
Pure craziness, or brilliant logic? You tell me.