A Sunday in the life of a dog.

I love Sunday mornings.

I realize an unemployed person can have a Sunday morning every day of the week, but the problem is the rest of the world knows the only Sunday morning that counts is actual Sunday morning.

Everything feels more relaxed on a Sunday morning. You can wake up and just lay in bed.

You can fall asleep on the couch in the middle of mending a coat pocket.

You can drink coffee all day and wear your pajamas to do yard work.

This is Mondo's Sunday morning. Not to be confused with every other morning.

Our fearless puppy sleeps quietly on the couch.

His little ears softly twitching as he snores like a lumberjack.

His little feet are small but strong.

Don't let his pig-like position fool you, he is ready to fight crime at the drop of a hat.

"Did someone say treat? sausage? jerky?"

"No?"

"How rude."