Wait, Loki? I thought his name was Mr. Teeps??
I know, it’s confusing. Mr. Teeps is a pup of many names; Mr.Teeps, Loki, Bompy, Loki Bear, and Baby Bompy Teeps . But honestly, his registered name is just Loki. So why does he go by Mr. Teeps mostly on the blog?
Because he’s a proper pup and likes to sound like a gentleman.
It was rainy-ish (read: it was slightly overcast and rained for maybe 2 hours) over the weekend so we opted to go to our favorite brewery that lets dogs inside, not just on the patio. Mr. Teeps was a lady killer in his hand knit sweater. It probably didn’t hurt that he also brought treats to share. I had a beer with butterfly flowers in it. Which, if you know me, is very brave, because I am terrified of butterflies. Hate them. They gross me out. Let’s move on please…
Mr. Teeps and I can’t get enough trail time together. I don’t even mind that he leaves the house a little white dog and comes back a little dirt red dog. A dirty dog is a happy dog. A happy, dirty dog is a tired dog, which means a happy mamma.
Every time we go out on the trails, I make sure to bring some training treats in my pocket so we can work on our voice and sight requirements. We do at least 5 “come&sit” practices on each run. Mr. Teeps is a very good student.
This is Mr. Teep’s bed in the office by my desk. I love that he is basically camouflaged in it. Sometimes I think I need a moby wrap for Mr. Teeps because he gets frustrated if I’m moving around the house too much and he can’t lay down by my feet or sit in my lap. I know, first world dog problems.
When not napping in his fluffed lined bed or following me around the house, Mr. Teeps likes to take naps on this little patch of carpet by the bar. I told him just because he’s 21 in human years, doesn’t mean he can start day drinking.
We eat a lot of popcorn in this house and Mr. Teeps is A-OK with it. Also, honestly time, I’m kind of a popcorn snob. Jesse’s homemade popcorn is the only kind I like anymore. We went to Beauty and the Beast the other night and the movie theater popcorn wasn’t even worth my time. Or $8. grumble grumble. Jesse’s popcorn is hands down my favorite. Something about the perfect combination of real butter and sea salt (and the fact I get it piping hot and fresh).
Did you know Mr. Teeps has a modeling gig with On Running? Neither did I. Do you think that will look like a 1099 or W2 at the end of the year?
Thanks for reading and Loki, aka Mr. Teeps, sends his love.