Avenue K9

I’ve been feeling kind of crappy on and off over the past week. It really makes it hard to get work done during the day, and housework done at night. I just want to lay on the couch and watch the NBA playoffs–and today, that’s pretty much all I did after attempting a few hours of work.

Casper and Pom Pom know that when I go downstairs and turn on the TV, “worktime” is over. Unfortunately, instead of the usual post-work walk and playtime, I plopped down on the couch for a nap. I could tell Casper was looking forward to running off some of his energy with me, so I knew he was bummed when he realized that wasn’t gonna happen.

I was sleeping pretty hard. I know this because as I was waking up from the nap, it took me a couple seconds to realize Casper was full-on licking my mouth. Like, trying to lick INSIDE my mouth.

Please note: This is the same dog that has been known to poach turds out of the cats’ litter box.

I made some sort of half-asleep noise that sounded something like “BLEEECK,” then I ran to the bathroom to wash my mouth out.

Well, he got me up. Mission accomplished, poopbreath.