Random Esquire

1. I woke up to find that Little Filthy had been ill during the night. On my bed.  Well, that’s new.  He is not a throw-up kind of dog but he’d thrown-up on his own bed earlier in the week. Apparently, he likes to be thorough. This meant a) laundry and b) a quick vet visit to have his temperature checked and c) a trip to PetSmart for a new bed. Well, I could have told you…he’s just fine. I realized this when he immediately ran into the toy aisle, grabbed a plush stuffed pig from the bottom rack and proceeded to hump it.

2. We went to the park then, where he gets to roam a bit off-leash. Have I mentioned that Little Filthy, like most dogs, likes to rub against or roll around in things that smell? Normally, I might run over to find that he’s decided to roll around by a dead bird or something. However, that was not the case today.

Today, he hopped up on a bench, right on top of the homeless man that was sleeping on it and proceeded to rub all over him, thereby scaring him about 3/4ths the way dead.

I’m ashamed to say that my first thought was that I wanted to snap a picture for you all. Decorum got the better of me and I ran over and rescued the man from Little Filthy’s ministrations. The whole thing reminded me of this day at the beach when he managed (while wet from the lake) to football tackle a beach bag, relieve himself on another, and then shake himself dry next to a bikini-clad woman.

*sigh*

3. Finally, my neighbor stopped over and we decided to let Little Filthy enjoy an empty peanut butter jar.  At one point, his whole face was stuck in the jar.  This is what determination looks like.