This week, Juniper and I have a guest visiting: 11 month old Bruno — the sweetest, goofiest ridgeback mix with the world’s floppiest ears. The two of them are having a BLAST together.
They are such great company, and it’s a treat having an extra dog around, but I also kind of feel like I’m chaperoning teenagers on a field trip to 6 Flags. This morning, for example, I caught them rummaging through the recycling bin like a pair of raccoons, and yesterday evening I made the mistake of leaving the bathroom door ajar as I sunk into a hot bath, and the two of them immediately came barging in, all “HEYYY, WHERE’S THE PARTY AT?”
But then they do incredibly sweet, hilarious things, like chuck a piece of ice at each other (YOU’RE IT. NO YOU’RE IT. NO YOU’RE IT), or pass out cold in the back seat on the ride home, all legs and gigantic paws, and it’s hard not to completely and totally love them.
I mean, come on. Look at those faces.