My dog did an April Fool's Day joke this year
It helps if you’ve already seen his blog.
There’s something charming about a little dog appreciating a cardboard box.
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I know I already set up another blog to handle all the Duke-related posts, but man, this photo captures the essence of Duke pretty well.
That ever-present look of disappointment and confusion. His general apathy toward being put in uncomfortable positions. His love (or at least tolerance) for an old Amazon box I kept putting him in.
What a guy! He’s the best.
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Despite it being so small, I think Duke can’t get out of this box.
DUKE BOX UPDATE: I left a treat in the box, then placed Duke in the box, too. He gobbled up the treat, then sat there in the cardboard box, just kinda looking around. After a couple minutes he was still there, but now he was mournfully resting his chin on the rim. I figured he must be stuck in that box forever, lest some gentle human being rescue him from its clutches. Poor Duke, doomed to sit in a cardboard box for all eternity. Then I got up and walked to the kitchen, and along came Duke, tumbling out of his little box bed and scampering behind me. I do not understand this dog.
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DUKE HAS A TUMBLR NOW.
I’m so disgusted with myself, but at the same time I have a place to shamelessly dump all the awesome photos of my dog I’ve been accumulating, so suck on that, Internet.
This is what’s happening on my couch right now.
Minutes earlier he was making little woofs in his sleep so I moved him up to the couch where I could see him from the office upstairs. I tucked a little blanket under his paws and he hasn’t woken up since.
This is Duke’s bed. He decided to sleep under the stairs on his own, and we’ve since moved his pillow there.
He usually sleeps in the living room (as you may have seen on the dog cam I turn on sometimes), and if you’ve ever seen him hop off the couch and stroll off-camera, this is where he goes.
Even though this photo of him was taken with my phone, he still manages to make me melt into a puddle of feelings. Look at his face!
“Hey guys! I’m just hanging out under the stairs! I have a towel on my pillow so my owners can wipe off my face after I take a drink and get water in my little beard!”
“You want to hang out? Or just pat my head a little? That’s cool. Either way, I’ll be here all day, napping or smacking my lips.”
Duke was not exactly thrilled that dinnertime coincided with Roomba Time.
Duke disliked walking in his boots so much that the only way we could get him to clomp around in them was to entice him with a treat.
Duke couldn’t finish his walk tonight when his paws got too cold for him to walk. I went out and bought him little boots to help fix that.
It took me about 10 minutes to get them on his feet. I set him down and he immediately fell over. Then he just sat there because come on, these boots are slippery, dude.
I got him to stumble into the kitchen by waving a dog treat at him. Once he’d made his way over to me, he did his only trick: he sat upright. With his boots on he looks like an awkward little gentleman.
How do you do? I am Monsieur Slippy Boots. I will now degrade myself for a treat and a tummy rub. Au revoir!
