Gunther the frisky dog-person.

Gunther is justly proud.  He pooped and peed as we made our compulsory lap around the block just now at 11:fucking 30 p.m.  And now he is chewing his favorite rag doll puppy toy.  I love him.  Don’t get me wrong.  Whoops!  Now he is finally eating his evening meal, so I’ll need to take him on another lap around the block in about a half hour.  Because I adore this handsome young feller.  He adores me, too.