I had a dream last night that a wounded dog showed up on my figurative doorstep. He was so cute and I was so ready to adopt him. He was like a pug/Golden Doodle/German Shepherd and he was awesome! It’s probably a really terrible sign that in my dream I thought “well, I already have one… having two dogs never killed anyone.” He looked something like that photo up there. He had a weird pug-ish tail. German Shepherd/pug mixes are actually called Shugs. I tried to understand the dynamics of a German Shepherd impregnating a pug, or a pug impregnating a German Shepherd and just couldn’t quite understand. It’s probably better that I don’t think about this too much today.
Earnest must have telepathic powers and didn’t want to be put second for some stupid wounded dog. I woke up this morning and he was laying on my pillow with his head pushed up against mine. I took a picture with one hand since he was laying on top of my other arm. The look on my face is not contrived. I was actually still half asleep when I took this and still had both my retainer and mouth guard in. Attractive!