in case you’re wondering, atlas is splintless. the bone is still knitting itself together but his limp is slowly fading and our walks are getting a little bit longer.

if i had a dollar for every time i’ve tried and failed to get atlas to hold a pose or strike a pose, i would have a lot of dollars. he has the uncanny knack of moving every single time i grab my camera to capture him as he is. sometimes i wonder if he does it on purpose. this picture is no exception. he was sitting on the bed at the time and i noticed that he looked exactly like he did in what is probably one of my best and favorite photos of him from a long time ago. i wanted to capture it again and admire how young he looks (or, i suppose, how old he looked in the original photo). of course, as soon as i pulled out the camera, he laid down. apparently i need to work on the command, “lift your head up!”

atlas must’ve been very noticeable with his splint on. whenever we’re out and about, we get stopped by people i don’t recognize who want to say, “he got his cast off! yay! how is he doing?”

there is no question who is taking who for a walk these days. if i do say so myself, i walk very nicely on leash.