I will no longer be updating Iron Guide (see below). Instead, I am now writing at my new, personal blog. Though that will be about some of the newer things I'm doing in life, if you want to see updates about Louie, Lester, and now Dusky, add me on Facebook -- there's enough ridiculously cute pictures to go around.

Lester has had a very social week.

On Thursday, after work, George, Jim, Brett, Yogesh and I went to go watch 300. Despite the hundreds of half-naked men charging around in togas for two hours, it was actually a pretty good movie. (Possibly an acquired taste, however. If you liked Sin City, you'll probably like 300. Same creator. Similar surreal, rotoscoped filming technique. The truckloads of corn syrup needed to make all the fake blood also probably numbers in the same ballpark.) Given all the screaming, blood spatters, explosions, and general excitement of the movie, you'd think Lester would totally misbehave. He didn't. Well, no more than normal, at least. He kept trying to eat all the spilled popcorn around him (which he successfully did, ultimately) and whimpered 5-6 times, but, all in all, was OK. Hardly anyone even heard him whimpering: the guys only heard it twice. As Brett put it, the idiot a few rows down whose cell phone rang not once but twice was a thousand times more annoying. At least Lester's cuteness makes up for his vocal indiscretions.

We all had gone to Mexico before that for dinner. The hostess and her friend, as usual, went totally gaga over Lester. George thought one of them was cute, which led into a conversation about cuteness I won't repeat here for obvious reasons. (The conclusion? Decidedly not cute. It's all about the smile for me. And nothing stood out in that department.) These dogs are a serious chick magnet for guy raisers, though. Hm. Maybe that's how we can recruit more guys? I mean, really. Chick magnets? 17-year-old guys? It's foolproof. How could that possibly fail? =P

In either case, Lester just wouldn't settle down during dinner. I kept re-arranging him and giving corrections to bring him back under me, but he just wouldn't stop. As far as I could figure, he kept trying to eat Jim's foot. During one last correction, I whispered "that's enough" into his ear, and Lester -- amazingly -- instantly and perfectly settled down and went to sleep, stretched out over my feet. Wow. I guess he really does know his commands.

On Wednesday, Quincy and I went to Delfino's, where Lester (and Louie before him) is practically a regular customer. He was introduced to the waitress and was an all-around charmer there.

On Friday, Lester hung out with Kaushal, Gita, Pawani, and Balaji and Karan's apartment. Lester did well there too, except I had to break the news to Karan (and Pawani) that they wouldn't be able to pet Lester for awhile. He's been acting rather solicitous recently and I worry that he's coming to expect attention from everyone he meets. So, he's on restriction for the next few weeks. I think it'll be harder on the humans -- Karan, Sagarika, Brett, Stephanie, Sung -- than Lester. =P

Yes, I still get to pet and play with him. Yes, I know it's a double standard. Yes, I know it's unfair. He's my dog. I pick up his poop every day. You pick up his poop and then maybe I'll reconsider.

Labels: Lester, Louie

Permalink | Written at 11:14 PM | Post a comment | 2 comments | Trackbacks

"You pick up his poop and then maybe I'll reconsider."
Alright.. you are on. Next time Lester's doing business when I'm around! Can't let you hog all his playtime!
Permalink   | Posted by  Karan at March 19, 2007 9:29 PM

hahaha just today i was cooing at this little pitbull and his owner (who btw, was totally gangsta) was looking at me like i was nuts!
Permalink   | Posted by  Natalie at March 27, 2007 7:23 PM