I've done my very best to keep him occupied. Last night, after my Zumba class, I took him running. Like really running. Jenny DB, from So Say I, insisted this would work. I, on the other hand, insisted it would not. Louis has 6 inch legs. How can he run as fast as I can?
Well, he did! It was absolutely presh. He made it quite a long way before he pulled over and passed out in someone's yard.
(disclaimer - this is NOT Louis. clearly i was too busy running to take a vid. but, please look how presh westies look when they run!)
I thought I was doing a pretty good job of keeping Louis entertained this week, but apparently it isn't good enough. This morning, as I was standing on my front porch waiting for my ride, I heard a noise. A terrible noise. Something that resembled wailing. It was the most mournful sound I have ever heard.
I realized it was coming out of my house!!
I immediately opened the front door and it stopped.
Poor little Louis was wailing with sadness because I was leaving him to go to work.
I almost called in. Seriously.
Because who could go to work knowing that this little guy was at home wailing with sadness:
And here I always assumed he was doing this while I was at work:
Is today June 24th? Hmmm......