This Seat Taken

It's tough living in paradise. I bruised my leg last week (and, par for my course, I have no idea how; it might have happened one of the 17 times I slammed my shin into the corner of the bed frame). My thigh and calf were very sore to the touch and my ankle was swollen. There were a couple of black and blue marks. It's almost completely better now, but I tried to give it a couple day's rest. I thought I'd sit on the terrace in the sunshine and read. Dudo and Moose had been relaxing outside for some time. They have both amazingly learned the rules of the terrace and they even come inside when called (well mostly). On this particular day, Dudo saw me aiming for the chaise in the sun and he raced me to it. I was in shorts, so he wouldn't sit on my lap (nor would I want him to). I asked him to move. He wouldn't. The lounge chair around the corner was in the shade. I was forced to go down to the beach. Favoring my leg as I was, I ended up bruising the ball of my foot. Like I said, it's tough living in paradise.

"WHERE ARE YOU GONNA SIT?"

THE SHADEY SIDE.

I WAS EVENTUALLY EXILED TO THE BEACH.
(CLICK TO SEE HOW I SUFFERED, BIG-TIME.)

"GOOD VIEW FROM HERE."

LOOKS LIKE HE PLANS TO BE THERE A WHILE.

FULL BODY TREATMENT.

CLEARLY SETTLING IN. NAP TIME.

"OH, ARE YOU STILL HERE?"

THE GQ POSE.

TRYING TO GET A LITTLE COLOR IN HIS CHEEKS.

THIS IS WHEN I GAVE UP.