Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Yes, that's a salsa bowl. Yes, that's my insane dog, eating straight (super hot) salsa.
He breaks windshields with his head, he's found 7 different ways to escape from our yard, he's jumped from a 25 foot 2nd story window in Crested Butte to try to join us on a ride, he loves hoppy beer, and now apparently he feels the need to further prove his badassness by eating leftover salsa. In fact he'll take salsa over many other foods if given a choice.
Of course, he's also terrified of the vacuum cleaner and cameras, and his favorite thing to do in the evening is cuddle up with Sarah for hours. So he's not all tough.
Pele, you rock.