guess who's coming to dinner
Spenser was a good dog. Best that there ever was. She didn’t travel well, however. She refused to sleep in the car. Not a wink, even on long trips. This sleep deprivation would force her into a zombie-like state, after which she would act quite out of character until she got back into her normal mode of sleep (roughly 22 hours per day). Here’s the zombie now, caught standing on Grandma’s dining room table.
'roid week 2007 day 1