Yesterday, Willi had to be gone most of the day from the office to go to an event in Chicago for work. The plan was for me to meet up with him later at Ditka's Bar and Grill (where he'd be in the evening with his vendor Weil-McLain). We realized that we'd not be going home between work and Chicago, so we decided to put Hobbes in the basement all day.
I worried about what he might be getting into while we were at work. I was praying that he didn't bite through an electrical cord that we missed . . . and I was hoping that he wasn't poopin' up a storm down there.
So, the work day ended, and I drove to Chicago to meet Willi. The drive was somewhat rough, and I blame that partially on the fact that I haven't really driven in awhile—especially in Chicago (Willi usually HAS to drive when we're going to work . . . he apparently just HAS to). It went alright, though, I guess . . . no wrecks. I did see something amazing while driving on Lake Shore Drive, though. Check it out:
The pictures don't really do it justice. It was awesome.
I also saw Ditka last night. I didn't run up to meet him. I'm not one to run towards a celebrity and be like, "You need to meet me!"
So, I just stared at him and thought about the fact that this guy has been on Saturday Night Live and movies. It was pretty cool.
He really does look like a bear, though. He's got a perfect cro-magnon head.
It was funny: everyone at Ditka's restaurant was dressed to the nines, and this guy comes waltzin' in wearing a black sweatshirt, black jeans, and wrestling shoes. It was hilarious. He looked comfortable, and he wore a look on his face that said, "Okay. Let's get this over with."
It was pretty cool. I will admit that. I don't mind Chicago so much, either. It's always so weird getting into the city and seeing the different kinds of people walking down those streets near Michigan Avenue. You'll see guys in fedora hats and girls wearing something you'd have seen a girl wear in the 50s. It's crazy. Then, you'll see the lawyers with mullets (I swear I saw one). So different.
We got home faster than it took me to get there. I came from Portage to get there, too.
When we got home, I was certain we'd find a poo-ridden basement 'cause the monster was down there. We opened the door to let him out of the basement so we could take him outside to go pee, and he was squealing. While Willi took him outside, I ran down to the basement to see what the damage was, and much to my surprise, there was NOTHING. That dog held all bodily functions from 7 a.m. to 10:30 p.m., and I'm not really sure how. I was astounded. I believe he might finally be potty trained . . .
Maybe we can start caging him less. We let him sleep in our room last night because he was so good. We may use the cage as little as possible now.
This was Hobbes in the car from last week:
Isn't he just ridiculous with his cuteness?