this is my dog. (well, technically, he’s mr. pants’ dog now. regardless, ernie doesn’t know that.) he loves to eat sticks. right now, in mr. pants’ yard, there are giant 8 foot long sticks that are so straight that they’re not fresh off the tree. but i don’t really know what their purpose is…
other than to tempt ernie to pick them up and gallop around with 8 foot sticks, that he then chomps on to make into 9 inch sections of stick that he can shew on an spit out.
i think he likes them because sticks taste like dirt. and wood, i suppose.
in other news, isn’t my cameraphone ridiculously good? it’s almost too good, if you ask me. whatever that means. not in a “oooh! look at me with my fancy cameraphone!” way, but in a “whoa – we live in a supatechnological freakin’ age, yo.” sort of way.