Recent pictures of his lordly chonkness
Tag: chonk
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Babines!
When the chonk malfunctions going into power-saving mode
When the chonk is just too tired
Coming back from Lausanne yesterday, Byron was just flat out too tired, flomped in the garage and just flatly refused to move. The judicious application of treats finally got him moving, but it took a while.
Roger Waters This is not a drill
Katy, Mira and I had tickets to go see Roger Waters in his farewell tour at the Hallenstadion in Zurich.
I’d previously seen The Wall in 2010 in Montreal and 2011 in London, so it’d been a really long time since I hadn’t seen a live show. It’s impressive to remember that the man is 80 years old and still putting out a mean show!
Putting aside the bolshy politics and the fact that the newer material is not even subtle in its in-your-face attitude, the show was – as Katy described it – powerful. I still really do prefer the older Floyd-era material and that did not disappoint. There are a few of the recent ones I’ll give another listen to though.
We drove up there and back, ending up back home at 230am. It’s been a long day.
While we were there, Gino and Lizzie were taking care of the chonk. Seems like they all had a good time, except for one detail…
Setlist
Comfortably Numb
The Happiest Days of Our Lives
Another Brick in the Wall, Part 2
Another Brick in the Wall, Part 3
The Powers That Be
The Bravery of Being Out of Range
The Bar
Have a Cigar
Wish You Were Here
Shine On You Crazy Diamond (Parts VI-IX)
Sheep
In the Flesh
Run Like Hell
Déjà Vu
Déjà Vu (Reprise)
Is This the Life We Really Want?
Play Video
Money
Us and Them
Any Colour You Like
Brain Damage
Eclipse
Two Suns in the Sunset
The Bar (Reprise)
Outside the Wall
Byron tiptoes through the tulips
Well, more accurately, he chonks across them and pees on everything.
Bread and cheese
Hello human. I see you have bread and cheese. I also love bread and cheese. Sharing is caring. Look how cute I am and how I’m just wasting away from malnutrition and hunger.
Om nom nom nom.
That’s my spot
When you’re in his spot, the Chonk doesn’t get mad. He just gets comfortable.
Happy Easter, chonk !
The chonk is enjoying the bone off the leg of lamb I roasted for Easter.
It’s a dog’s life
The chonk just loves to sit on the balcony, gaze over his domain, think deep thoughts and woof at the occasional delivery van. Now with the sun getting in on the action, he’s going to be a nightmare to get in off the balcony.