“Do I contradict myself?/Very well then I contradict myself,/(I am large, I contain multitudes.)”

by chuckofish

Well, happy Friday, friends. As usual, I have nothing exciting to write about. Although, my mother did buy this donut for me to take work for breakfast on Monday. What a way to start the week!

I promptly channeled my inner Homer.

Mr. Smith also got the equivalent of a sweet, sweet donut in the form of a new bone.

As you know, his training continues to progress and he is now allowed to sit on his cot and watch TV/chew on his toys with me at night.

He’s a good boy. Even if does look at me like Oliver Twist when he wants another treat. I can’t resist his face, though, and he usually gets one!

Sometimes, he channels his inner Walt Whitman and/or Bob Dylan and reminds me that he contains multitudes and he’d prefer to look out the window and keep an eye on the hood. I usually allow it. And look what my sister spotted in “Where the Wild Things Are”–a Mr. Smith doppelganger!

Have a great Friday–you made it to the end of another week! **The title is from Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself”