6 hours

i think atticus has an internal clock. set to 6 hours. apparently he can go for 12 hours without the need to pee while i'm at work (at least i'm assuming because there are no accidents waiting for me when i get home), but when i'm sleeping he can only go for 6. 6 hours, and he's whining. and if not whining, then barking, or jumping on the bed and landing on me. he has no compassion for my double 12 hour shifts either.

6 hours.

and i understand. he wants to go outside. he wants to watch the world go by while sitting in the grass, not by staring out the window.

so, i begrudgingly (word?) wake up. throw on a sweatshirt and a bandana (for my hair). and we take walks. or we sit outside and watch the world go by.

or we go visit atticus's new best friend & my neighbor, ed....

(the steady supply of treats helps this friendship)

and we visit with attie's second best friend, ed's dog, monecca.

who absolutely adores atticus. reminds me of harold and maude.

what a life, atticus! adoring people, and adoring dogs. can't beat it!!

oh, and uh, dad? speaking of things to beat...

:D

"i've neutered almost all the males in my family." ~ m.segrest