I'm a little bit late getting to all these, but I'll always maintain that it's never too late for gratuitous and unsolicited pictures of one's dog, provided that said dog is a black lab and not some other inferior breed of canine.
I was home for a couple of weeks at Christmastime, and my family and I went over to the coast for a spell post-holiday. For those of you who don't know where Cannon Beach is, just watch the end of The Goonies. Here was the view from our hotel room:
Not too shabby, right? Though these photos make the weather seem deceptively cheery for December on the Oregon Coast. I assure you, these three photos are literally the only evidence I captured of blue sky the entire time we were there. Most of the time, it was more like this:
Breaking momentarily sometimes for something like this:
Mostly we lounged around and drank beer from Cascade, pausing every ten minutes or so to consider Hooter's pathetic whimpering pleas to go outside, please, just one more time, please to play fetch??? Honestly, that dog had no idea which way was up. Four or five times a day we'd take him out and he would act as though he'd never seen the outdoors before. I've never seen an animal so singularly focused on the task at hand as that dog. He makes a lioness stalking a sick impala seem distracted and flighty. What? Oh, SRRY...I was sending a text msg to my homeboy Mufasa and that impala just waltzed right off. Uh...where was I?
In Hooter's world, it was FETCH! FETCH! FETCH! FETCH! FETCH! FETCH! FETCH! (Etc.) All. Day. Long. And don't even ask me what that high-pitched whine would ratchet up to when another dog walked by our room. You know the sound that only dogs can hear? False. You could Hooter losing his mind from Neptune.
WHAT! ARE! YOU! TRYING! TO! DO! TO! MEEEEE!!!!!
But seriously. How can you resist that
tongue?!
