Frodo, Office Manager

November 25, 2007

Some of you have asked to see a photograph of Frodo. Well, there he is.

The reason I'm laughing is, when you click on the button to take a photograph in Photo Booth, you're given a 3-second countdown. Around second 2 Frodo started licking his, well, anyway...

But as you can see, he's in his usual posture when he's in my office, that is to say, lying on the futon. Occasionally when the winter weather kicks in, he'll come into the office and lay down so his face is nearly pressed against my space heater.

For years we've been calling him my Office Manager, which is reasonably accurate. He doesn't much care what I do, just so long as he gets regular walks and playtime. Oh, and is fed regularly, preferably table scraps because he's a miserable beggar. Well, I guess he wouldn't be if we didn't indulge him.

One of these days I'll get a really good photo of him, but this will have to do. And, in case you were wondering, we call him a chocolate Labrador, but he's a lot prettier than most chocolate Labs. He's more of a caramel color. His Mom was a yellow Lab (I don't remember if she was a mix, but maybe) and Dad was probably some sort of Newfoundland mix. We got him for free, which is a good way to get dogs, I think. Anyway, he's got a sister my wife has seen photos of and she's even more Newfie than Frodo is, with some black and curly hair to go along with everything else.

Cheers,

Mark Terry