Sunday Whataburger

Another JimBob fanclub bunch. "He's such a perdy dog". I get that so much these days.

Swear the dog in the last few days has figured some things out, like getting on the bed - he knows there is a time for it and he knows that when we get upset he'll have his ass tossed outside the bedroom - which ironically where he sleeps most nights after starting on the bedroom floor.

And then he pulled his lead out of my hand by accident the other day - instead of the "FREEEDOOOOOOMMMMM" as he runs round the neighbourhood, the moment he realised "hold on, I have the lead in my mouth", he dropped to the ground and waited for me to get the lead back. You'd think I've beaten the dog to get such a reaction, but I haven't.

Even running out of the house, which he's done occasionally now, has ended up with him jumping in one of the trucks rather than the usual neighbourhood run that he used to do.

And every evening now, he'll put his head in my lap and go to sleep. Or his whole body across my lap because that is also comfortable.

It's just all a bit odd, but welcome.