A Transcript of Yesterday's Support Group Meeting For Obsessive Dogs

Sunday at the dog park, Percy's best gal pal Piper swallowed one of his rubber balls whole. She's done this before. Thus, the transcript.



Percy: Why would they leave such a tasty pillow out if they didn't want me to eat it?
Piper: This is my feeling about the balls. Am I the only one who loves that rubbery feeling in my mouth?
Izzy: LOVE that feeling! LOVE IT!
Charlotte: Oh man, me too.
Santino: Nothing like it.
Percy: Have you guys even tried pillows? Slippers? LEATHER? Leather is the best!
Counselor: I think we're getting a little off-track here. Let's redirect. Last week we talked about treats, and we agreed that you all get plenty of treats.
Percy: A treat is completely different than a pillow. Not the same. Both have their place, don't get me wrong.
Piper: Does a treat have a squeak? I don't think so.
Percy: This is what I'm saying.

Our Baby's All Grown Up

Percy went to the dog beach today for the first time and actually went in the water! He hates baths, so we weren't expecing much and to call what he did swimming would be generous... but he loved loping around in the water, running free up and down the beach with other dogs. We are going to be spending a lot of time up there this summer.

Percival Fontaine Barksdale Brandt

The problem with most pictures of Percy is that much of him is black, and that sometimes it's hard to get a good picture where you can actually see his face and also all the other colors of his (techicolor dream dog) coat. But here he is in my office, and on Ben's chair, for your doggy enjoyment.

More Stuff That’s Going On

My cold almost went away, and then it came back.
My dog is asleep on the sofa with his head on the arm. Cuteness level elevated.
I’m doing a reading on Thursday from John McNally’s Loser Anthology.
Barnes and Noble Webster Place, Chicago
7:30 pm.