Chicago Friends

In mid-January, my good friends Daragh, Sarah, and Matthias came to Boston for a long weekend, not having seen Nikita for many months.  

While S and M were able to assert their dominance and, correspondingly, get mad respect from puppy, D struggled markedly and instead got bossed around by N for four straight days: 

(He's covering his mouth here to prevent her from slipping him the tongue.  Again.)  N had a great time, as our routine each day was:

- long walk for her courtesy of me while these lazies slept in;

- extended play session with the three of us *not* in the shower at any given time over the next few hours; 

- trip to whatever restaurant we were having a late lunch/early dinner at that day (Papa Razzi, Aquitaine, Tremont 647, Bin 26 Enoteca), where she'd be tied outside to be adored by passers-by while we ate and drank at a window table with a view of puppy; 

- back home for more drinking (us) and dominating-of-Daragh (her). 

It's a Very. Tough. Life.