The other night I went to go to sleep and Merlin decided that he wanted dibs on the bed. This was in direct opposition of me and what I told him to do.
He really thinks these things are OK. I suppose it doesn’t help that I get out the camera and laugh at him every time he does something like this. *shrug*
OK, so I do have a picture. I know, shocking that out of the hundreds of photos I’ve taken of this dog I could find one…
Occasionally he runs like this directly at one of us. It’s not as terrifying as it could be, simply because we know he’s not going to eat us. But imagine you didn’t know him. The big beast.
Merlin likes Thanksgiving…
Well… not so much when he’s locked outside.
More so when he is allowed in and knows his dish is full of turkey and gravy.
Most especially when he gets to eat said turkey and gravy filled dish.
This is the only time that he gets people food treats like this. Thanksgiving… and if we were here on Christmas he’d get a little something then too. He takes full advantage and enjoys his special treat.
Usually Merlin snuggles with Jake… I’m not sure why I get shunned in this respect, but he typically boycotts laying on me. I’m assuming it’s because I was always so strict when he was a baby about him climbing on me. It takes an act of congress now to get him to do it.
Snuggling with his sleepy ears.
The Mutt and Me.
One good thing about him? He’s very warm, and it’s been really darn cold out here. Having an 86 pound, furry heater never gets old.
