He is loyal to a fault. And by loyal sometimes I mean clingy as hell. Take this for example, when I’m working in the bedroom and he decides he wants to eat lunch he’ll actually take mouthfuls of food and bring it into the room and lay on the floor next to me so he can chew his food by my side. And then he’ll walk back into the kitchen and do the exact same thing again and again. Like I said, he’s a clinger. And I love him so much for it.
I’ve lived across the street from this building for almost two years now and never realized how awesome it really is until yesterday. How weird is that?
Harlow walked me through Lincoln Park yesterday. It was as dreary as it looks.
Someday I hope to stop posting so many winter photos. But that day won’t come anytime soon, another snow storm is rolling in tomorrow. This has been a winter like I’ve never experienced before. And yet oddly enough there’s a part of me that likes it because it makes me feel like a hard ass. Chicagoans are really tough people I’ve realized, this city isn’t for the weak.
Happy weekend, everyone! Wish me luck on Harlow’s agility class, I have a feeling he is going to embarrass both of us and we’ll never be asked back again.