If Hamlet were a little brighter …
… then he could be my unpaid intern and I wouldn’t have to worry about pesky things like child labor laws.
Would you like milk, sugar, or an ADORABLE BULLDOG PUPPY with your tea?
This is our bedroom in Boston a little less than a year ago, before we moved in. It was a traumatic move-in (for everyone involved), probably because it was my first-ever experience evacuating more than eight boxes and a laptop. Also, I was nostalgic about leaving Beacon Hill, even though I had approximately a foot and a half worth of closet space. Never, ever again.
Anyway, this is a photo of Hamlet and me when we first checked out the new place. Blissfully unaware that I would soon be reduced to a trembling mess upon sorting five suitcases worth of clothes into seasonal categories, I decided to join the dog on the floor in a roll-around-the-carpet.
Perhaps my favorite ever photo with Hamlet, outside a church near our old apartment in Beacon Hill.
Photo credit: Patrick Hamm
Cutest photo ever taken of Hamlet The Pup? (From when he was actually a puppy.)
Disclaimer: doggy is not actually a drunkard.
I promised doggy photos. I deliver.
Blogcation
I’m going to Rome, kids! I’ve technically “been” in Italy via boat and skis, but never actually on foot. This will be an exciting, Internet-less adventure, but I’ll have some queued-up posts* for y’all to enjoy.
No flame wars while I’m gone, kay?
* Mostly just photos of Hamlet. Life is easy when you have a cute dog.
Interviewing bulldogs on the street about their preferred contraception. This is what I call guerilla journalism.
(For the original segment, check out the first video of the Sex Really web series I just started producing.)
Hamlet is so terrified of thunderstorms. His newest hiding spot: behind the shower curtain.
This is how the bulldoggy plays.
(He’s chewing on the INDESTRUCTIBLE toy that Patrick got Hamlet a couple months ago. It is the only thing that has outlasted his football.)
Photo Credit: Sam Lipoff
