Isn't he sweet? Notice, if you will, two things: First, this is what he looked like after going on a rampage that involved two rugs, a paper bag, and every hand and foot in the house. Second, in the lower right, you can see a hole in the blanket. Three guesses who put the hole there.
We still love him though. At least 80% of the time.
Two-for-one today. First, yesterday Parker had some play time with our downstairs neighbor's dog Jackson. All of us, including our neighbors, hope they play together more often, because both dogs were tuckered out and slept like angels the rest of the day.
This photo shows Parker before he figured out that he outweighs Jackson 3:2:
Earlier yesterday Parker visited my office. Does he look guilty to you? He does to me. But maybe that's just wishful thinking. Note how far he had to travel to get something that he should have been chewing:
He knows he's being bad. He just can't help it.
Our fur-covered pirhana sometimes attacks objects by category, like yesterday's "things that oppress the puppy" spree:
(The second photo shows a carabiner that we attach to his leash on which we've clipped a small Maglite and a roll of plastic bags.)
I took 95 photos of the puppy yesterday while we were outside; here's one more:
Action shot. He often got the tennis ball away from Anne's friend Lisa, but he never quite understood that Lisa had some say in the matter.
Not content with being a contributor on The Daily Parker, Anne has created Parker a Dogster page.
Competition for TDP? Woof.
Sometimes his ears turn inside-out. He doesn't seem to mind.
Anne and I had company last night: my colleague Cameron Beatley, his wife Sarah, and their two-year-old son Jamie. Parker had never gotten the opportunity to play with a small person before. Cameron apparently got in the way: