Thursday, June 7, 2012
This is Jake. Here he is, doing what he does best. I guess you could call it chillaxing. This is not long after getting up in the morning. Then he ate. Then he sprawled across the kitchen floor and went back to sleep.
This is how Jake rolls. When something good happens, or when something at all happens, really, he opens his mouth and smiles and pants and lets his tongue loll. It looks like he's really enjoying life, really having a good time, really grooving into the river of energy that is the universe.
There is a lot to be admired in Jake. He shits in public and doesn't give a shit. He enjoys lounging across chairs with his chin on his paws and his paws on the arm of the chair and looking something like a cat. He likes going to the dog beach but sometimes fetches so much that he is sore the next day.
Too bad Jake can't write. Or blog. Or have opposable thumbs.
If he did, anything would be possible.