Bill

So I know I’ve mentioned all of the stray dogs in Romania. I might actually miss them. No, I WILL miss them. How could I not? Most of them are adorable, and the other ones that want to bite me, ok, I won’t miss them, but whatever. Anyway…so we’ve all named the dogs we see on a regular basis. Marya has Cujo, Marc has Oscar and Grover, and I have…drum roll please…Bill. He’s the greatest. He’s our office dog. He hangs out right out front and he’s usually somewhere in the vicinity all day. This morning when I came in he was catchin some rays. Check it out.


Maxin and relaxin

Then yesterday I saw him sprawled out one of the tenant’s welcome carpets. People were stepping over him to get into the building. Ugh, he’s adorable. I want to take him home with me. I don’t think dogs travel well though, and he might feel a little funny if the only nourishment I have for him in Amsterdam are some brownies…because of the chocolate, of course.