Brady the puggle on Chris's sofa, Washington, D.C., 9:38PM July 9, 2014.
This entry features seven pictures of Brady the adorable and angelic puggle that I took over the past few weeks, specifically, on July 9th, 20th, and 27th, with my crummy cellphone camera. I already posted one of them.
Another picture of Brady the adorable puggle on Chris's sofa in his apartment, Washington, D.C., 10:40PM July 9, 2014.
Alas, the last one was taken on the day of my royal screw-up when I finally got Brady back home. I had taken him to my place rather than back to Chris's place -- and I promptly fell asleep with him in my bed. Chris thus has no dog and no key to get into his apartment until the next morning.
Brady and Chris, 9:02PM July 9, 2014.
I still feel really terribly about this and want some way to make it up. As it is, I'm not sure if Chris is still angry at me or not, and even if he's not, I'm not sure I'll again see his little Brady. Oh, and Brett might be mad at me, too, since she was the only one he could reach when I disappeared.
Chris and Brady, Washington, D.C., 8:44PM July 9, 2014.
Brady eating a late dinner, Washington, D.C., 12:51AM July 20, 2014.
Brady getting a tummy rub, Washington, D.C., 12:55AM July 20, 2014.
Below is one more picture featuring Brady and me. First, let me say, yes, it is a crummy cellphone picture -- and I was really hung over at that point and looked and felt like crap, still deeply upset about having caused Chris to be locked out of his apartment for six hours and not knowing where was his dog (and making him even consider the possibility I had dognapped Brady).
Recall I still had his keys and brought Brady back at that point, but I'm not exactly sure where Chris was at that point. He wasn't answering my texts or calls. (Earlier, he had texted me 8 times and left 3 voice mail messages. I never even bothered to listen to the voice mails. I can imagine ...) The whole thing was a sh!t show. To be clear, Brady was fine, though.
Yours truly with Brady on Sunday morning, Washington, D.C., 9:45AM July 27, 2014.
God, I'm an idiot. So much of what I do turns out, at best, the exact opposite-outcome of what I intended, and more commonly, it just ends up chaotic pure sh!t. Yeah, I mean well, but so does any damn, blundering idiot.
I might as well just be a Fox News / Talk Radio-enthralled House GOP Teabagger. At least they pathologically don't give a flyin' flip when things go disastrously wrong -- which they naturally and instantly do whenever they're in power (talk about pure sh!t) -- and instead from deep inside their reality bubble just blame and hate others. (By the way, the above political cartoon, though at least four years old, is one of my favorites.)
Anyway, this concludes my Brady bunch of pictures. I do so love that little guy.