Good Morning

I woke up this morning to the sound of Sawyer whimpering to himself, never a good sign. John inspected him and concluded that his ear was falling apart. Great. I immediately diagnosed him with a flesh-eating bacteria. Captain Shlawman then went to see Dr. K, who gave the official diagnosis of "Eh." Apparently, little dogs ears are just thin and sometimes do not heal well from minor injuries. So now our scruffy mutt is missing two chunks out of his ear and there maybe more to come, which is actually pretty funny now that I know he is not going to die. To celebrate we went to the park.



Sawyer Vincent Van Gogh Brown


Even with his new, more aerodynamic, ear he is still not as fast as Gertrude

Mondays

So I am now part of the select few who does not work on Mondays. After 6 months, I think I am still adjusting to this strange schedule where my Monday is actually on Tuesday, and John's Tuesday is like his Friday, and my Saturday is like my Friday. I know, it does not make any since to anyone but me.

While everyone else is back to the grind, here is my rainy Monday this week.

In the Year 3000

New camera - Nikon D3000

Some pictures from our first week together. We are in love.