|A picture of Dewey waking from a nap,|
his face snuggled into a towel.
But this phase of puppy goodness and light is temporary, as we know from experience. He will be growing up fast. Too bad for Cheryl, who is not here this week--she's missing the fun part.
For example, yesterday on a walk Dewey and I came upon a neighbor lady walking her pit bull. But Dewey couldn't have cared less about them. He just walked along with his head up, not struggling to get closer to (or away from) the big dog, not sniffing and scouring the ground for every little scent, not listening to that puppy head-banger music in his head (the music that's turned up so loud they can't hear a word you say). For now Dewey is a joy to walk--of course, the treats help quite a bit.
|Dewey and Jam looking up and laughing for no reason|
|Dewey has the tip of Jam's tail in his mouth|
But Jam loves the camera and he seems to love Dewey.
Jam has become more affectionate in general. He misses Cheryl and often goes to the window to look for her car, which is parked in its usual place, so where the heck is she? I shrug my shoulders because the truth (that she's taking a crochet class in California) would be too strange a notion for Jam (or any dog) to process.
So I look out the window with him, and we sigh.
|I've staged photos before, but this one happened for real, |
with no encouragement from me. Jam is using Dewey as a pillow