Sunday, February 3, 2013
More graffiti by Bint, she of the large chickens. At first I thought, "How does she know what I look like today?" But I guess that's the point. We all look nice, at any given time. Right?
I'm not sure that's entirely true, but I appreciate the sentiment.
Dave and I met some friends for drinks last night just off Regent Street, and then went on to dinner at his coworker Gordon's house. We had a great time and got home about 1:30 a.m. It was the longest we've left Olga by herself, and although she dragged some of our shoes around the house, she didn't chew anything inappropriate and seemed to have behaved very well.
Speaking of chewing, I got her a new Kong yesterday. So far she has been unable to damage it -- and not for lack of trying. Those things are amazing.