This is Dexter at 3.15 am. He didn't even open both eyes when I headed towards the bedroom (normally he runs after me like a dog).
New things that Dexter loves: french fries (not freedom fries), preferably covered in ketchup, salt, and pepper. Also, soy sauce and rice vinegar (as in what you dip your potstickers in). Oh, and he almost exclusively drinks water out of a glass. The bowl just isn't good enough anymore. And before anyone gets all up in my grill* about what I'm feeding him, let me say that I gave him half a french fry and I only dipped my finger in the sauce and gave him a drop after it looked like he was going to lap it all up.
*I heard this expression somewhere the other day. I've been waiting to use it. Doesn't work for me huh? Yeah. I didn't think so either.
