Me and Hamlet in bed TWO DAYS before my thesis was due (yesterday). Couldn’t have done it without his company.
Last night, I finally slept after 48 hours of panic. Now I’m heading to New York to drop off Hamlet, before the Roomie and I fly to Tulum, Mexico, where EIGHTY DEGREE WEATHER awaits me. Olé!
Terrorizing the dog.
#14 on the list of “Things I’m Actually Doing When I Tell Patrick That I’m Working On My Thesis”.
See, guys? I do go to class.
Also, you should say hi next time, anonymous poster! Hamlet loves attention almost as much as I do.
(via I Saw You Harvard)
Less than 24 hours after our return to the States, Patrick and I had to leave for Los Angeles, where we’re currently visiting my family and friends. We dropped off our globe-trotting hound with my ex-boyfriend, who gamely agreed to play dogsitter for the week. Little did he know that Hamlet would spend his first night chasing around his date the entire evening. The above photo is the pooped pooch in the afterglow of conquest.
Second day in Switzerland and already missing this furry thing, who’s probably currently plopped atop Patrick’s bed in Osnabrück (exactly like he is in the above photo).
Winter Wonderland (via Vimeo)
The forest behind Patrick’s house makes me feel like I’m in a snow globe. The three little bulldogs we brought on a walk agreed.
Happy Holidays from Hamlet!
This is Hamlet’s expression as our ten-person party encircled him.
I made a key lime pie for his 4th birthday (for the guests to consume) and lit a candle on top of it, in lieu of a real doggie birthday cake. I ran out of prep time even though I bought all the necessary dog-friendly ingredients.
Hamlet didn’t really understand why everyone was singing with him in the middle. Or why I was holding a key lime pie in front of him. Or why there was, you know, FIRE.
Helping Hamlet blow out his birthday candle.
He was rather confused about the whole process (and totally ready to go for the pie!) Luckily, we had a decoy …
