January 29, 2013
dogshaming:

George and his toy, Bunny

I got my dog George a stuffed rabbit for his first Easter. He took one photo posing very nicely…

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Don’t give Wilson any ideas. 

dogshaming:

George and his toy, Bunny

I got my dog George a stuffed rabbit for his first Easter. He took one photo posing very nicely…

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Don’t give Wilson any ideas. 

November 5, 2012
The next morning, he got in trouble.

The next morning, he got in trouble.

November 5, 2012
One night, under cover of darkness created by a massive loss of power in our town, Wilson snuck into our son’s room, and tasted this book. The book is the property of our elementary school.

One night, under cover of darkness created by a massive loss of power in our town, Wilson snuck into our son’s room, and tasted this book. The book is the property of our elementary school.

October 26, 2012
If Wilson can’t go out for a run, nobody can.

If Wilson can’t go out for a run, nobody can.

October 17, 2012
harperbooks:

Now this is just getting ridiculous; someone took Telegraph Avenue!

Well, Wilson did eat my own copy.

harperbooks:

Now this is just getting ridiculous; someone took Telegraph Avenue!

Well, Wilson did eat my own copy.

October 14, 2012
Here’s Wilson’s library of nibbled contemporary American fiction.

Here’s Wilson’s library of nibbled contemporary American fiction.

October 11, 2012
Wilson’s nose fits perfectly in the soap dish.

Wilson’s nose fits perfectly in the soap dish.

October 10, 2012
Nugget’s critique of a Frank Lloyd Wright chair ended with a snack.

Nugget’s critique of a Frank Lloyd Wright chair ended with a snack.

October 10, 2012
My friend Oliver has exquisite taste and beautiful furniture. His dog Nugget does too.

My friend Oliver has exquisite taste and beautiful furniture. His dog Nugget does too.

October 10, 2012
Is Wilson on a hunger strike?

You might think that, due to the lack of posts of partially eaten non-food items, Wilson has decided to a) change his ways or b) protest the new W.C.W.E. military action that takes place every time we leave the house.

But fret not, follower.

Most recently, Wilson nibbled ever so un-graciously on my brand-spanking new copy of Michael Chabon’s new novel “Telegraph Avenue” which I was so excited to read. And he ate “All the Pretty Horses”.

I didn’t take a picture because I was really pissed off. At myself for leaving my brand new book (albeit in a SHOPPING BAG) on a low table in the living room.

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