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Sonic's Adventure -or- Evidence My Dog's Life Is More Fun Than Mine

It's been quite some time since I blogged about my exciting life in Los Angeles. That's mostly because, well, it's not that exciting. I work, I hang out, I sleep. 
Prime example: it's Friday night and I'm sitting here blogging. Don't get me wrong: I love it! But it's hard to come up with things to blog about if you spend Friday nights indoors eating fried zucchini and drinking chocolate malts (guilty). 
It's fine though. I sanctioned today as a #washday for my hair and my clothes. 

Sonic, on the other hand, lives like a furry king and gobbles up all of the fun for himself. 

Last weekend we made a fair attempt to go camping. If it had not been for the government shut down we probably would have succeeded. On the way there, Sonic got to sit in the front seat and wear a big-boy cap:

We got to the mountains and he got to sniff and pee and sniff and poop and pee and sniff and bark and run and sniff and pee and eat snow. 

Then, once we admitted to ourselves that the campground was officially closed, he got to immediately enjoy the long road trip home, during which he slept. Don't worry about helping us with directions, Sonic. We got it. Might I mention that he spent at least 1/3 of the trip sitting in Jersey Mike's lap. Those two are getting a bit too chummy for my taste.

It's not all fun and games for Sonic, however. Apparently it's hard in these valley streets. Sonic got into a brawl with Bailey. They are sworn enemies that tolerate each other because they are forced to share the same backyard. Last time, Sonic did serious damage to Bailey's eye. This time, Bailey got hold of Sonic's leg, and I think I hurt him a bit myself when I pulled the two of them apart. :( 

But Sonic is not one to let a scuffle keep him down! The very next day he got to spend some quality man-time with Jersey Mike. He got to climb on walls: 

...and stick his head waaaaaay out of car windows:

Things his mother would NEVER allow him to do. They even got to go frisbee golfing, something I've been begging to do since the first time I tried it. Lucky dog!

So, you see, Sonic's Adventures are real. Hopefully soon I will have adventures of my own to share. Until then, I'll keep reviewing albums and live shows. How about that? 



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