Poor Wally

After posting this morning, I checked in on Walter's blog, to see how the little man is feeling today. I am so ashamed for complaining about having to wake up at 6 am to walk Parky. I have nothing to complain about. My guy is happy and healthy and poor Wally is struggling just to sleep or go to the bathroom outside.

A little perspective goes a long way. It's frightening to think about how quickly life can change. Literally at a moment's notice.

Sending truck loads of good wishes to Wally. (So does Parky.)

Too early

I go to bed last night completely exhausted. Even managed to talk Nikki into walking him (since I usually do the nighttime shift). At the time, it didn't sound like a bad idea to trade for the morning walk.

So everything was grand until someone started barking at 6 am....and guess who had to get up?! I'm totally not bitter.

In news that's completely unrelated to Parker, saw The Hangover last night and it's hysterical. Go. See. It. Now.

Morning time with yurtle the turtle

:(

Sending every positive thought/wish that I have to Walter and his mom Heather. I can't imagine what Heather is going through right now. Parker and I are wishing for Walter's speedy recovery.

Just the thought of that happening to Parker makes me want to cry.

Sunday at the park...

FINALLY a nice weekend in Boson, so we decided to venture to the dog park in the South End w/Parky pants. He was quite thrilled (see above). We've made a habit of taking a trip to Polka Dog right after we leave the park, which is about two blocks away. Smarty pants hauls over there (he's no fool) so that he can stick his nose in every single bucket of bones, chews, you name it. It's literally a candy store for pups.

He had a pretty good weekend I must say. We had friends over last night for a BBQ so he got a whole lotta lovin. In fact, there were ladies fighting for his attention! OK that's my brief update. Now back to searching for a new harness since he's balding under his front legs from his current puppia...

Mama's boy

As many of you who have dogs probably know, their alliegence (read: obsession) to particular parents is known to vary from week to week. This week, he has been glued to my girlfriend Nikki's hip. Seriously. Glued. He follows her from room to room. If she's getting ready in the bathroom mirror, he either sits on the bathroom rug looking up at her (above photo!) or will bring a toy and lie down on the runner in the hallway just outside of the bathroom...so that he has a good view of her and anything else that may be happening in the apartment. Because, there's no telling when a sock might fly through the air that he'll be interested in, or better yet, I may rise from the couch and walk over to the refrigerator. In this case, it's imperative that he position himself appropriately in case I clumsily drop a spare crumb.

The kicker is that Nikki left this morning for a work retreat. Uh-oh for Parky. What will he do without his most favorite mom? I will likely introduce distractions...and perhaps bribery. Can you say dog store tonight? I can.

WTF

There is something really wrong and weird about this.