Doesn't he blend in well with the autumn colors? He loves to go out on the leash and play in the dog park which we get to do on the weekends. Oh we walk him other days but it's hard to get over to the doggie park without driving and during the week there's no parking around there.
Yesterday, Serge got a bee in his bonnet about getting a new dishwasher. Ours has been broken for the last month and we shopped for them last weekend but didn't buy because Serge wants a stainless steel one and I think it's a rip-off to pay hundreds of dollars more for a silver panel. It really is a racket. Anyway, lacking agreement and due to the distraction a new pooch brings, we didn't buy anything. Well. Friday, Serge got all the back vacation pay from his old job that he was due and went out to splurge. Yesterday he put in the new dishwasher, stainless of course. When he was finished, we had the following conversation:
Me: So when you took out the old dishwasher, were you able to figure out what was wrong with it?
Me: So what was it?
Serge: Um, the plug.
Me: What do you mean? Was it plugged in?
Me: (Thinking what freaking idiots we are for having been washing dishes by hand all this time and neither of us thought to check if it was plugged in.) And you decided to install the new one anyway?
Serge: (nervous, eyes darting this way and that) Yes, but I'm going to SELL the old one.
Me: Hey, do what you want, it's your money you've wasted.
In the old days, I'd have flipped my lid, but now I just shrug and think "whatever makes you happy". He did discover that the new one is an inch and a half smaller inside (the depth) which he isn't too happy about, but it's stainless and apparently that's all that counts for him.
Let's bookend this post with Georgie, shall we? Here he is with Sara's old giant rawhide bone that she never was able to eat. He made quite a clamor with that thing, flinging it in the air and it banging onto the floor. I'd feel bad if the guy downstairs was up on his rent.