He's Faking

Myles is pretending he's asleep so I'll get my camera out of his face.  He actually jumped off the bed and lay in his OWN bed to try to lose me.  
Though it was a busy day, I didn't take any photos so he became my Emergency Blip.  His birthday is this month, he'll be 11 and his fur is showing it, but not his love for life.  He still enjoys a good run with his "girlfriend" who lives next door whenever he can sneak away and in 11 years he's never had a full belly, always room for anything that is lying around and it doesn't have to be food.  We often joke that if we put jam on a razor blade he'd eat that, but he actually did dig a used razor out of the trash and he attempted that without the jam.  He's eaten whole pies and baking dishes of brownies and never once been sick from eating the wrong thing.  He's a true mutt, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound and survive, survive, survive.  It will be a very sad day when he no longer can, but I don't want to think about that right now.  

It was wonderful to get out in the garden and rake beds and see tiny little shoots coming through the ground.  Looks a little more tidy and ready for Connor who will come and spread mulch for us this week if the weather holds up.

Everyone is still healthy and still talking to each other in a somewhat friendly manner, so it's all good.