Dogs
I took care of a couple of awesome dogs this past week. Good times.
Ishmael likes his bone.
Sometimes Elle steals it, though.
Ishmael pretends like it doesn't matter.
When she's done, Elle relaxes in the sunlight.
Ishmael likes his bone.
Sometimes Elle steals it, though.
Ishmael pretends like it doesn't matter.
When she's done, Elle relaxes in the sunlight.



Working, alone, late at night. Except that he was checking MySpace. And I was there. But it was late.
Timmy does pullups so fast that he's blurry! Or else I can't take in-focus pictures, which seems unlikely. So he must be going fast! yeah
Helping to clean up the coffee shop. Timmy's helpful.
Cracklewalk!!!1!
Timmy equals equals Junior
Jab! Jab! Dodge! Weave! Jab! Uppercut! Body blow!
Rack 'em up, sucka!
Timmy and Andy walk past the MDN offices on the way to the bar minutes after we've arrived in town. ThingToDo#1: Hug, act like we just intercepted a pass. ThingToDo#2: Drink Beer!
Ryan helps Timmy edit down his cheerleader story to something reasonable.
Brett prepares to dance in a sea of lights.
I distract Kevin by putting the camera on the edge of the table, and this causes him to miss the shot, seriously pissing him off. Sorry 'bout that. (But it was funny to watch.)
Andy gets his think on in Casa de la Timmito.
