Here is Stedman attending a nation-wide corporate conference call from the floor of my bedroom. He must be spellbound by the content because he hasn’t moved a muscle since the call started.
He went for a bath on Monday and they must have shoved the hose down this throat and blew him up because I don’t think he was that tubby when he went in. Of course, we did recently teach him to take his dog treats to the kitchen mat instead of making a slobby mess at his preferred location – the dining room carpet. We are so thrilled that he actually does this that the amount of treats he gets – kind of a quality control to be sure the training still holds – has increased X3.