hopefully waiting
gas station attendant to atlas: “i don’t have anything for you!”
atlas stands and stares.
gas station attendant to atlas: “but i don’t have anything!”
atlas stands and stares.
gas station attendant to atlas: “really, i don’t have anything!”
atlas stands and stares.
gas station attendant to me: “he thinks i have something for him but i don’t!”
me: “i know. it’s just that sometimes people do, so he’s eternally hopeful.”
oh. now that is sad.
but shows you how well atlas can communicate with those blue green amber eyes.
great shot!
We don’t always have to speak to communicate. But of course you already know this.
Like! (ps: I’m getting you in my google reader again
I am still excited that sometimes they do have something for atlas!
And, your phone is pretty
jen: me too. i love it when it gets an unexpected treat at the gas station. it is the loveliest surprise for us both.
kris: yay!
jerry: i do! i really do.
tammy: he is definitely a master at speaking without speaking.
Oh, Atlas is my kind of dog. My kind of guy, too. Really.
At the housewarming party, Donovan ran around checking everyone’s hands, on the off chance that one of them might be carrying a steak.