Thursday somethings.
1. Boss and I had a wonderful meal out last night. She had a glass of riesling, I had a cab. We began with escargot and a beet salad followed by beef tenderloin and monk fish. We ended with a banana bread pudding and a trio of chocolate desserts. Slept like rocks.
2. Little Filthy has this odd habit. First, some geography. We have a bookshelf lined wall. Our couch is a few feet off that wall. Little Filthy will grab a toy and run run run like hell down the hall and then he’ll bound on to the couch, collide with the back of the couch and the toy goes flying out his mouth and lands behind said couch. There’s a Nordic Track behind the couch and Little Filthy is terrified of it. So once intertia yanks that toy out of Little Filthy’s mouth and it lands on top of the Nordic Track, it’s gone until either Boss or I retrieve it for him. Sometimes he tries to convince us by standing on the couch with his front legs slung over the back, dancing from one back foot to the next and whimpering some sad tale. This happened tonight. I said to Boss, “His toy is back there.” She looked over the end of the couch, reached down and picked up…a pair of underwear. That rotten dog loves underwear and …well, I have a bad habit of leaving it on the bathroom floor. Boss just looked at me and handed them over. So, I guess I’ll start making sure my underwear makes it into the hamper.
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Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.