The Adventures of Punk & Pig in West Hollywood

So, I am Punk-sitting this weekend. Thode dropped off the lil one last night and so far it's been really fun. Punk & Pig get along amazingly well - in fact, this morning I caught Punk sniffing Pig's whiskers, and Pig didn't even flinch. Had it been Boris, she would have eaten him.

Dogs are so funny. Thode had warned me that Punk would try to sleep in my bed, and lo and behold, when I came out of the bathroom after my pre-bedtime routine, there she was, standing on my bed, tail waggin'. I don't know how she knew it was time for bed. But she's a very polite dog, so when I asked her to kindly hop off the bed, she did.

The funniest and hardest thing by far is walking them. Thode's right - they have very different walking styles. Pig is a charge ahead kind of gal, while Punk prefers stop and smell the flowers. This makes for difficult walking. We're getting a ton of attention - it's like there's a big spotlight on us. Random people stop and point and smile - they do look really cute together. Every block or so, I have to stop and untangle the leashes but as Thode had suggested, somehow talking to them helps. If I talk to them, they're more likely to walk side-by-side and at the same pace. Bizarre.