Just kidding. But when Whitman fell asleep with his ball in his mouth, you must admit that he did take on a rather…shall we say, porcine, pose?
Poor Whitman. He has to keep the ball in his mouth at all times around our house, because if he lets it go for just one moment, Lulu dives on it and runs. It makes for a very exhausting day for a poodle pup.
Lulu was standing on point just out of the picture here, staring at Whit’s mouth, waiting for the ball to drop loose. Every now and then a fine line of drool escapes from her lips and falls slowly to the floor. It’s like watching an episode of National Geographic, if you know what I mean.
We’re still living in the cabana for the next few weeks while the floors in the house dry and cure. Today I’m making a one-pan meal, brown-rice jambalaya, that I can whip up on our two-burner electric cooktop. It’s simmering now and it smells very New Orleanish. I’ll post it tomorrow if it passes muster.