Dog Days of Summer

I had prepared a lengthy and footnote-studded disquisition on the hermeneutics of postmodern dramaturgical strategies as they apply to Greek tragedy—filtered (naturally) through the exegeses of palimpsestual thanatoerotics—but my dog ate it.

The dog I'm dogsitting.

So here are some photos of him. Plus another little poochie in my neighborhood.
Caption them as you will in the comments.