Life is busier these days. Things are picking up again at the office. Clients want everything in less time for less money. Contractors are willing to negotiate. It all means a lot more legwork for us architects.
Meanwhile, Mark has been working full days at a large advertising agency. So we've had to send Rupert to doggie day care, rather than have a dog walker come in. We're woken up at 7:00, with the front door opening and Rupert waking up to howl as if he's being abducted by aliens.
Rupert is taken to Prospect Park on the nicer mornings to run around before spending a whole day romping some more with his buddies. We've been told that Rupert loves running around so much, he fails to eat his lunch! At night, he comes home, does some token running about, then collapses on the floor like a sack of potatoes.
I love doggie day care!
Rupert as a potato sack. He enjoys sunning himself when at home.
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