Sunday, September 27, 2009
I'm seriously considering entering Lester in a Laziest Dog in the World Contest, assuming I can find one. After our morning walk, which I know would probably disqualify him from the contest, he barely moves off his pillow in front of the TV until somebody pours more food in his bowl about 4:00 p.m. In fact, if you call his name, you should be very impressed if he even opens one eye to acknowledge your existence. Man, I love that dog.