Last Saturday was one of the most boh-ring days an urban dog can have. My mom decided we would go to Upper Queen Anne. First she headed for the Queen Anne library to pick up some books. The staff is very strict about the no-dog rule. (Ridiculous! We’re cleaner than most of the humans.) So she had to tie me up outside. You see, I have a tendency to dash off as soon as I’m loose and leash-free.
Here I’m waiting patiently, trying to look pathetic. It’s tough because people are walking in and out and nearly all of them stop to pat me. When it comes to doing cute, I’m the champ.