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.
Tag: dog
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.
Bit of chonky frivolity
The chonk is now above 23.5kg at 5.5 months. He will be a tank.
When your coworkers comment on the background noise of your work call
Badonkachonk likes to climb up on the sofa and nestle besides me when I’m working from home. It’s cute, but he snores like a chainsaw.
None shall pass
Subtle way the dog tells me I shouldn’t go to work and stay home with him instead.
Deep chonking thoughts
This is the chonk lord’s default morning position. Full belly, empty butt, heavy head, pondering the mysteries of the universe, occasionally growling at the lady with the umbrella coming out of the building next door.