It's probably safe to assume that we all have the mug shot of Nick Nolte from a couple years back burned into our minds. Like, for eternity. If you aren't familiar with the image, 1)Where have you been? and 2)Oh! OH! PLEASE allow me the pleasure of being the first to introduce you to our dear Mr. Nolte on what appears to be the tail end of an extraordinarily fantastic night or the very beginning of a horribly bad one. Either way, his face is showing an all too familiar feeling.
P.S. Been there. Done that. Regrettably and with complete abandon.
Most mornings, it appears that Curtis is also part of the late night crowd. His fur, while typical for his breed, seems to have a mind of it's own. Like a mood ring, it tells us what to expect for the day. "Up and at 'em fur" means that we have to be prepared with lots of toy throwing and erractic energy. If the fur is flattened and docile, we are in for a treat! Maybe even a mid-morning nap... for Curtis and us. I should write to Nick Nolte and see what, exactly, his hair was trying to tell us. From my best guess, it was crying out for help. And a really deep conditioning.
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