The other weekend, Brian and I took a trip to the museum park of the North Carolina Museum of Art. We also took the dog, and the camera!
It was a HOT day.
There were some really interesting sculptures at the park, like this one:
Gyre, by Thomas Sayre
And of course, this one:
Crossroads/ Trickster I, by Martha Jackson-Jarvis
It was only after we got home and looked at the pictures that I realized the Freudian implications behind the last two. Freud-larious!
Thirsty Puppy
A good time was had by all, but we probably should have thought to bring water.
Now that I have a camera (thanks, Karen!!! I owe you ten!), I have a burning need to show you how cute our dog is.
Ok, so he was Brian’s dog first. But since Brian and I have been together for 4 years, Charlie the dog has known me for over half his young life. Also, I feed him, I pick up his poop, and I log hours of time walking him all over the neighborhood. And I love him to bits. LOOK HOW CUTE HE IS:
Best Puppy Ever
And here:
LOOK AT THAT FACE
I’m just saying, how can you not love this dog? I don’t know any possible way.
Epecially When He Does This
Having never had a dog before, it’s been a great experience. Particularly a dog like Charlie, who is sweet, good-natured, undemanding, and wants nothing more than to be loved. It really puts things into perspective sometimes, and reminds me what is important in life. Seriously, this dog barely ever barks, waits patiently to be fed, walked, and petted and never puts up a fuss about anything. He’s a big furry ball of unconditional love.
Love Please
Ok, I’m done. For now. I just wanted to share my Saturday Warm Fuzzies with you.
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