My dog had her headshot taken for this play we’re doing. It’s safe to say that her’s turned out better than most of the other actors.
Sometimes my dog walks into a room and I can’t help but feel that she is somehow a vessel into which I pour all of my love and weirdness, and it’s so strange that a physical representation of that idea even exists, but also that she wants to be in the bathroom with me and has the good graces to not make eye contact while we’re in there.
My dog is comfortable in theatres (even when a set is being built), which kind of makes her cooler than your dog a little bit sort of.
Nora turns SIX today!!!!!!!!!
Happy Birth-dog, Nora! It seems like only yesterday I got you out of a bag in a Tim Horton’s parking lot.
This is very similar to the face Nora made when I tried to convince her to climb into the cereal cupboard just now.
