Events

After only five minutes of tug-of-war with Parker, I had to throw in the towel. Or, what was left of it, anyway: After the first loud ripping noise (15 seconds into the game), I figured, in for a penny, in for a dime.

My idea of a down-stay: Parker's idea:

What does he smell with that nose, I wonder?

Parker is jumping for joy at the weather: Today's temperature has already hit 21°C and it's still rising. Also of note, last night was the first night since January 12th that Chicago's temperature did not go below freezing. Happy spring! In related news, Ravinia Festival has decided to reconfigure its schedule because of the 17-year cicadas that start singing at the end of May this year. The Daily Parker anxiously awaits Parker's reaction to the bugs.

Quick: who's cuter? OK, no real contest here. He's also better looking than I am:

Parker had a well-needed bath today, complete with an unfortunately sweet-smelling shampoo and a bandanna that even Parker thinks looks silly: Now he's pooped. The first spot he chose to lie in happened to be the spot I was just about to vacuum, so his day just keeps getting worse. He might not even get to play with his friends tonight; last night, the park was so muddy we had to move across the street. Poor Parker. It's a dog's...well, you know.