One time I was accused of posing Archie and taking his picture.
He is not that kind of dog.
Archie is the kind of dog that eats things he finds (non-food items) in the garden.
He runs like a bat out of hell if you are silly enough to give him a bath.
If you put clothes on him, he loses the ability to walk, stand, function. He stands stock still as if you have frozen him in time, ears back, looking like a broken man.
You can tell it was a warm day because he is on his back, all four feet in the air, sacked out. Don’t ask me how he can sleep like this with my two children in the same house.
The vicious teeth just kill me.
Anyway, it has been a rough few weeks, but we have come through it. It seems that things may be slowing down enough for us to catch our breath and take a little siesta.
Kind of like my little friend here.
Now, how can I train myself to stop getting up before 4 am?