It’s not just blurry
I know, lousy photo. Late night, terrible lighting, iPhone operator refusing to use flash. Ansel Adams I ain’t.
But look at him. All curled up in his little bed, all 14 POUNDS of him because the once 12-pound wuss dog is getting a little tubby. Guess having nine bad teeth pulled gave him a renewed appetite. He is particularly fond of cat food. He also licks his bed.
I know he looks all sweet and cozy, tucked into a little ball like that. But do not be deceived. Jake the Jerk-Faced Dog is suffocating in a cloud of his own pfffft!
How do I know? That little bed is three feet away from where I am sitting and typing right now, and I have decent hearing.
I also had a decent sense of smell until about five minutes ago.