Indy is getting so demanding in his old age. Always yelling at us to do something for him. It’s like he knows he is the perfect dog and can now get away with everything he wants. He will sit on our ottoman at the end of our bed and bark in perfect (annoying) intervals until I come in there and lift up the covers for him to curl up underneath. He is especially fond of doing this when Jenny is about 20 seconds into her shower.
He has also decided that ANYTHING we cook is for him. This photo from tonight just makes us laugh — his eye on the ribeye, screaming his head off for a bite, and tail wagging so hard it is in a blur.
We hope Karma and Halo make it to 12 too — can’t wait to see what antics they come up with!