this is ernie. he’s six, weighs 69.8 lbs, is 1/2 australian shepherd, and most likely 1/2 boxer-y mutt (something that can leap tall fences in a single bound, anyway).
lately, i’m worried that ernestine might feel old. see, he usually sleeps on my bed, with me, keeping me toasty. he has since may 2001 when we moved to maine. before that, i had an apartment with a loft bedroom accessible only by ladder. before that i pretended i was hardcore and didn’t want him sleeping with me in bed.
but he’s been sleeping in his own little doggy bed the past few weeks – i hope he’s not getting creaky and tired in the joints…
(by the way, that’s my backup bedspread on my bed since my other one got sauce on it from eating sushi on the sofa on a cold afternoon)