Copilot's blog

I rocked the Lucky Labrador tonight! Not singlehandedly, mind you, I had some help from Mortimer and Porter the rottweiler this time around. Anyway, most of you reading this probably know by now that that there's something wrong with me, although I'm not really sure what it is (editor's note: Copilot's lungs are being colonized by a friendly and industrious family of cancer cells), so I talked Tommy into having a little get together for me at my favorite brewpub while I'm still in reasonably good shape. And believe me, I got a workout! Between showing off my extensive collection of tricks, chasing that tennis ball with a squirrel tail attached thing, and humping Mortimer's head, I'm beat! The photo, for those of you not familiar with my friends (Tommy likes to think they're his friends, but really, they're mine. We just sort of let him hang around), is of, left to right, back to front, Jim, Jenni, John, Adam, me (that's Tommy behind me), Sarah, Mortimer (with Lowrey behind him) and Robin. Off camera are Josh (taking the photo), my roomie Bill (off fielding a phone call) and Porter the rottweiler, who was at that moment hanging with his people. By the way, that mosaic behind us on the wall is a memorial to the dozen or so dogs that were poisoned by paraquat-laced meat in Laurelhurst Park a few years back. Tommy and I used to hang out in that park! Man, did I dodge a bullet there! Oh, and a big shout to Bronwyn! Take care of that spleen, my friend!

A fun time was had by all, and while I may not be at next year's Dogtoberfest, I assure you that this will not be my last trip to the Lab! Thanks for reading!

Crotch sniff,
Copilot