Bunk's Pre-2nd Birthday Photo Bash
In two short weeks, The Bunk will turn two years old. In the "dog years" formulation, he'd be starting high school, battling acne, and starting to dream of getting his learner's permit. But, unlike most teenagers, The Bunk just gets sweeter and sweeter, showing none of the mumbling aloofness of the typical freshman.
So: Happy Birthday, Bunk. Here are some pictures to brighten your day, as he does ours.
The Bunk gazes longingly into the backyard. Perhaps he is thinking about barking at the family of chipmunks that has emerged from its home under our neighbor's shed. Perhaps he has discovered the meaning of life, but is keeping it to himself.
The Bunk sleeping in the "splayed" position, which he only wangles himself into when he's feeling utterly secure and content. Sweet dreams, my boy.
The Bunk, pensive. Or, sleepy.
The Bunk after a brush, so his fur is at maximum poof. Isn't he just the cutest dog in the whole, wide world? Of course he is. It was a rhetorical question.
The Bunk vs. Homer Simpson. This is a doll--stuffed body, plasticene head--that was given to Bunk by Monsoon's parents on a recent visit to Norristown. Note the ferocious and merciless tactics of The Bunk in attacking Homer. Soon he will go into his "death roll," in which he grasps the unlucky Simpson in his paws and shimmies around on his back while gnawing on Homer and growling menacingly. I can't resist: D'oh!