I often wonder what goes through our little guy's mind. He seems outwardly happy, but his complete absence of English skills keeps us from being absolutely sure. If only I could travel, Magic School Bus-style, into his canine brain to observe, first-hand, what's really going on in there.
Or I could steal a picture of him while he naps and leave reality for another time. Sometimes it's good enough to simply wonder about what might be.
Sleep well, sweet Frasier.
Your turn: Three words...go!
Leash means wakeup!
Which is exactly what he did as soon as I took the shot! He made a beeline for the front door and wouldn't stop howling until we went outside. I love his energy.
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