Here’s Badger seated at the kitchen island counter. He just hops up on a bar stool and watches me cook.
I had some misgivings about this behavior at first, but since he’s been well-behaved and never attempts to put his paws on the counter, I guess it’s okay.
A Badger-related story: I was having lunch at a local diner yesterday. The restaurant occupies a long, narrow space, and we were seated near the back. The place was mostly empty, but there was an elderly gent seated near the front. I was wearing a t-shirt that said “Boston” with a logo like this on it:
After the elderly gent paid his check, he made his way toward us rather than the door. It took a while because he was using a cane and walked slowly. I had plenty of time to hope he wasn’t coming back there to ask us if we’d accepted Jesus Christ as our personal savior.
Finally, he arrived at our table and said to me, “So, are you really from Boston, or did you just go to Boston University?”
I replied, “Neither. I have a Boston terrier.”
He said, “Oh, well I didn’t expect THAT” and walked away. I was vaguely sorry to have disappointed him.
At the risk of turning this blog into an AOC fanzine:
It may be shocking to some, but being someone’s daughter actually isn’t a career qualification.
It hurts our diplomatic standing when the President phones it in & the world moves on.
The US needs our President working the G20. Bringing a qualified diplomat couldn’t hurt either. https://t.co/KCZMXJ8FD9
— Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (@AOC) June 30, 2019