Day of Ash: Puppies again

Ah, the trip home from a good day of work. Before we left, one of the co-workers in another part of the floor came over and asked if Ash could say hello. As he already had his pack off, I had no issue. Next thing I know, she is loving on Ash and having him do tricks for tiny milk bones.

As normal, he took each one, set it on the floor and looked at it with a .. “Is that poison?”.. and then ate it.

One.. At.. A.. Time..

Then, we get in the car, and just like yesterday. I get the “look” that simply says..

“Hit it, Jeeves.”

We get home, and straight to the puppies he goes.

The little one got a full cleaning and inspection.

Ash even pushed the puppy further into my hand to make sure she wouldn’t fall.

Of course, after we put the puppy back, he mopes outside the puppy area waiting for another one.

Such is the day and night of Ash.

Soon we start our nightly ritual of him going out a couple more times, while I stumble around trying to make sure I get everything ready for tomorrow. Then into bed, where he will apply some pressure to me helping my back pop into place so I can actually sleep.

-Z