Day 140, June 1, 2010

Yesterday, as my dog sat on his chair on my porch under an umbrella with a fan that was brought outside to keep him cool blowing on him, my mother asked me if it's possible that the dog thinks of me as staff. I'm pretty sure he does.



My dog doesn't just rule in the sense that dogs are awesome, but in the sense that he pretty literally rules over me. And now that we're heading into the dog days of summer, my job will become even more demanding!