After my great meeting this morning with Shabi, I went home. I was ready to get back into bed, because I had a late night the evening before without much rest. But it was such a nice day, I decided to take Pete to the beach, since he’s only been there once, and I’ve only been there three times.
I brought along the book I’m not reading, EXODUS by Leon Uris and my old ulpan Hebrew notes and set off with Pete. It was so nice. Pete ran and sniffed along the shore. Then, we went up onto a pier, and Pete was very curious about all the big rocks there and kept sticking his head down into them.
At one point, he made it his mission to dislodge a dead crab. He succeeded in breaking off a leg and then devoured it. I let him eat the whole thing – omega 3‘s are good for you, right? Plus, I think it’s funny – my boy has a thing for sea food! Earlier this week as we walked to the dog park, he spotted an entire raw fish that someone had thrown on the street (WTF??? – well, there are hundreds of alley cats on our streets, so maybe that’s why someone put there; at least I HOPE that’s why) and got to it before I could stop him. He took a giant piece (the head !?!) and, like, inhaled it. I opened his mouth and reached in there to yank it out, but that sucker was GONE. I couldn’t fault him; it was probably like manna from heaven for him, LOL.)
Anyway, then we parked ourselves on the Hilton Hotel’s lounge chairs on the beach. I tied Pete up to my chair, and he sniffed around, climbed all over me, and tried to eat my book. It was totes blissfully Zen. Even when someone from Hilton came over and charged us 12 shekels to sit there.
Pete played with a few dogs:
And because I can, here are some great glamour shots of this little superstar:
I love this one. He's really chewing on a stick. But doesn't it look like he's super anxiously watching to see if his team makes the field goal from the 50 yard line with two seconds left in overtime? LOL !!
Parting shots? Me & ma boy:
You think I'm happy in this picture ?
P.S. Don’t my feet have really high arches?
P.P.S. Pete came home and CRASHED!
So, I have this awesome le corbusier lounge chair that I sit in when I want to watch TV on my computer before bed. I like to bring Petey onto my lap, and he curls in a ball and conks out while I pet him. It’s totes the cutest. *le sigh* My favorite part, though, is when the stream show is over, I lift him up and place him on his dog bed in his pen. He doesn’t wake up, but makes little sleepy, stirry, yawn/stretch mmm noises. *heart melt*
Anyway, the other day when we got back from an evening walk, I was making up his dinner for him and I let him walk around the apartment a bit. Usually, this is just not smart to do unsupervised, because Pete never met an object he didn’t like to chew. I heard some sounds, and thought I should go over there because I couldn’t see him. But I was busy making up a syringe of his antibiotic juice, and I wanted to finish first.
Please God, don’t let him be chewing on the leather of the le corbusier chair like I saw him try and do before once.
Nope – he had managed to climb up and fall asleep in “our spot” all by himself!
OMG – Cuteness overload !
Really, I am going to be strict about not letting him on that chair, or the sofa, or my bed. But I could not remove him from there this time. He looked so comfy, and I was really touched, because I think he identified that spot as a safe one, where we do our best intimate bonding, and he wanted to be there, in that spot and nowhere else. Aww…
Gefilte Fish Out of Water 