this morning #2285.

this morning, from the kitchen window, i watched as they playfully chased one another back & forth across the back lawn. stopped. tussled. tumbled. chased some more. i really can’t believe how well this arrangement has worked out. at first, i was worried that ol’ jasper johns wouldn’t get along with this upstart pup that i’d brought into our home. other than a short, ill-fated foray into a live-in relationship with a husk of a man back in 2019, for the whole time it’s just been the two of us. i can’t speak for jasper but i felt that we had to shake things up around here. i’ve yet to settle on a name for our new housemate but i’m really leaning towards “basquiat warhol.” stick with the “famous NYC painters” motif. as i watched the way they played, i had to assume that they’d both approve.