Seattle adventures, life, home, and coffee—in no particular order
This morning, after leisurely rolling out of bed—MY bed—slightly after 7am, Jasper slowly ran through his rise and shine stretching routine.
Exhausted, he sacked out under my desk for a little while. He then picked himself off the floor and moved his sleeping operation to his personal couch. When I returned home from a quick trip to the grocery store a half hour later, he’d retired to the bedroom. MY bedroom.
After an extended three-hour nap, he decided it was time for his afternoon barking routine. Once free in the back yard, he proceeded to:
After cycling through his afternoon agenda a few times, he ran inside, gave me a wild, sloppy grin, and collapsed at my feet. Nap time.
Oh, to be this dog: