A Slow Weekend at Home with Bandit
Didn't go anywhere this weekend, and that was the whole point. Bandit spent most of the morning on the bed, standing over me and refusing to settle, ears going in every direction whenever anything moved outside. He kept pushing his nose right up close, which is his way of asking for attention without committing to anything.
By the afternoon he'd migrated to the couch and given up entirely — flat on his back against the blue blanket, paws in the air, belly out, dead asleep. He stayed like that long enough that I started to wonder how it could possibly be comfortable.
Nothing else to report from San Marcos. The ceiling fan ran all day and the dog snored.