I came home from Chico with my leg looking like this:
I don't think this photo does the injury justice since you can't quite make out the multiple bruises but, well, it's hard to photograph your own inner knee area. Also, it's out of focus. Also, apparently I'm rather veiny.
And today I came home to find Bowie sitting on the bed like this:
Leaning on his haunches like some beer-bellied couch potato. And then he just STARED at me. He even sat there long enough for me to run into the other room and get my camera.
I'm not sure to think about either situation.