Bernard

(Day Twenty-Five)

News flash: it's hard to get non-blurry pictures of two dogs.

Clyde's cousin Bernard came to visit today. He's that brown blur trying to crawl underneath Clyde.

Bernard is like a tornado whirling around poor, naive Clyde, who just stands there big-eyed, wide-stanced, and bewildered. 

You might think this is Clyde trying to subdue Bernard, but no, it's Bernard coming up between Clyde's legs and trying to lick his ear. 

But who can blame this face? 

Once he started to figure out what "playing" was, Clyde had a blast. We had a pretty good time, too -- eating pierogies, talking, and marveling at Bernard's ability to decimate a rope toy in 60 seconds or less. 

This week has been loads better than the last, with good friends coming to town, dinner with my brother, and bright spots on the horizon. There's also been a lot of good food, which hasn't really been great for the whole watching-what-I-eat thing, but oh well. There's always next week.