Living in Los Angeles is pretty great sometimes. We have all kinds of fun dog-centric activities (probably cause there are a lot of people who have dogs instead of kids). Apparently, I am getting a tattoo tomorrow. I am not 100% sure how that is gonna go down, I'll keep you posted. I'm just glad this stupid Minion isn't the one giving it to me. I turned him down about 2 weeks ago. I didn't have a lot of faith in his depth perception, given the whole 1 eye thing. He also didn't seem to understand what I was saying to him. Plus, this whole jail cell place wasn't exactly sanitary. My human thinks this is a good picture. I disagree.