A Date With Elvis

Today Elvis received a social call.  From a lady.

My ex is dog-sitting this weekend. He and J.D. payed Elvis and I a visit this afternoon. Elvis was his usual goofy, “oh, it’s a girl, it’s a girl, it’s a girl, I l-o-o-o-o-v-e her”, but settled down nicely once we took them out had them walking side by each.

Back from our walk and inside the loft, J.D., much to Elvis’ delight, instigated play. There is nothing like watching two dogs playing. Unless, that is, watching two dogs doing their best to caper and bound on a laminate floor. J.D., who is larger and has a longer stride than Elvis, was especially comical to watch. Studio tables were obstacles to run laps around and the couch became “home free”.  Although I’ll have to mop tomorrow it brings a smile to my face when I look at the floor, patterned in a jacquard of drool and dog prints.

Thank you J.D., for a lovely play date. Elvis would thank you personally, but he’s been crashed out, sleeping, since you left.