I’m sorry for your loss. Wally looks like a sweet pup.

Update:

I had a lovely weekend full of sleep. My bedroom is on the top floor, with a tall ceiling and no attic above me. It was a loudly rainy morning yesterday, so I just slept in and it was so relaxing and chill.

Today I got stuff done at work. I feel accomplished and on-track with my work goals. Tonight I’ll probably play a violent shoot-'em-up game (Payday 2) with friends online.

I need to get my tiny elderly dog to eat his breakfast as soon as I get home. My WFH partner reports Tiny Dog is a Tiny Butthead.

Yes. It’s taking them out of their comfort zone. Also, some places/events just don’t allow pets. For example, I can’t bring my dog to most conventions because he’s not a service animal. Instead, I pay for a dog walker to come and feed, drug, and walk the pup everyday. The walker takes photos and lets me know if there are any issues or reasons to cut my trip short.