Okay, a little backstory: Sid hates going for walks. Unlike most dogs, who tend to get super excited when they see their leash, Sid suddenly becomes OH SO EXHAUSTED when we get out his walking gear. It’s quite the act; there’s a lot of dramatic yawning and and sighing involved. By the time we’re done strapping on his harness he’s flopping around like a wet noodle*. We often need to carry him out the door because he won’t stand on his own legs. For real, we’ll pick him up from his bed and put his feet on the floor, and his legs just collapse, over and over. It’s like he thinks he can fool us into believing his skeletal system somehow disappeared while we were putting on his collar.
It was a little brisk outside the other night, so we wanted to put a tee-shirt on him for his evening walk. This is as far as we got:
Yes, he’s OH SO INCREDIBLY EXHAUSTED that couldn’t even muster up the energy to put his arms all the way through the arm holes before flopping all the way over onto his back and then melting into our bed.
He stayed in this pathetic position for so long, we were able to take photos from multiple angles…
give him a good chin-scratchin’…
and grab the iPad from the other room so we could record video of this gratuitous display of sloth:
Yes, the thing that finally gets him up is me asking him if he wants to go for a walk. I understand the definition of irony. He, on the other hand, always seems to think that the definition of “walk” is “treat,” which probably explains the “I-give-up-on-life” attitude he displays whenever we get him ready to go outside.
*To clarify, by “wet noodle” I mean “cooked spaghetti.” I’m sure you’re very lovely and not at all floppy during bathtime, Noodles!