WARNING - IF YOU DON'T LIKE DOGS, YOU'LL PROBABLY ROLL YOUR EYES AT THIS POST.

I spend most of my TGIFritz posts talking about the crazy things Fritz does. He can be very mischievous, destructive, embarrassing and clever but he's also a really great family dog. I thought I'd take this post to talk about his good, albeit less interesting, qualities.



We brought Fritz home when he was just 10 weeks old, not long after our first anniversary and just a few weeks after we moved into our house with a yard. We couldn't wait to get a dog and we knew we wanted a Boxer. It seemed pretty unlikely at first because Boxer puppies were so popular (which in puppy world = expensive). Then J's mom came through with a breeder in Riverside who had 1 pure bred, non-AKC registered puppy left. We drove out to meet him and knew right away that he was our puppy. We spotted some of his enduring traits right away:




he's very smart- too smart, he's very playful and social...



... he's cuddly, loyal, attentive, generally obedient...



...he's friendly, happy, curious, protective-but not aggressive, strong and fast...



...he's 80% calm, but is pretty excitable, he knows the phrase "that's enough" and usually responds to it at home...



... and he's a great sleeper (I'm talking about 13 hours a day!).

We love our Fritzimas, Fritzgerald, Fritzstoferson pup!!

Fritz and Tilly looked and looked, but alas, they didn't find Lassie or the Beverly Hills Chihuahua.

We get to Yorkie-sit this weekend. Littly Tilly's people are on H.S. Bible Study retreat, so she gets to come hang with us. Fritz is LOVING having another dog in the house, although he does look a little offended when she barks at him...


...wouldn't you bark if this was your view?




They've gotten their awkward sniffing out of the way and are becoming fast friends.






They even eat from each other's bowls. I wouldn't be surprised if they got all cuddly by tomorrow night.



Tilly is going to be a fun pup to have around for a few days.

"Why am I sitting with flowers? I'm SO not into this..."

This picture is blurry, but it perfectly sums up what he was thinking.



Love the big ol' jowel

I'm happy to report that Fritz had opportunities to escape the yard twice this week and he didn't take them!


He's growing up so fast...

Fritz has a pretty good handle on the English language. (He has a better handle on Spanish, but I can't test him since my vast Spanish knowledge includes about 2 sentences.) We've figured out that he knows about 25 phrases and probably closer to 40 individual words (granted the 40 words are in the 25 phrases) He regularly chooses whether or not he will act on the phrases he knows, but he knows them none the less.



For Fritz there are several buzz words that we have to be careful of. Not the kind of careful that requires me to spell...I get lost after letter 3. I never was good at spelling on the spot. Come to think of it, I think I've been in 1 spelling bee in my entire life. I was probably designated as the spelling bee water girl after that. I'm getting distracted.



You see, these buzz words are action words for him. They are associated with his favorite things... go, walk, treat. For example, if we happen to mention the word "walk", or especially the phrase "go for a walk," within floppy earshot he will whine and sneeze at us until we either banish him to the backyard or take him for a walk. I have to admit we take some pleasure in teasing him sometimes with nonsense phrases using the word "go." Of course, there's also a certain tone of voice that goes with it, "Do you wanna go to the store? Wanna go to the Olympics? Wanna go to the moon? " He doesn't get quite as worked up as he does with the walk idea, but he stares at you with his ears perked up trying to figure out if you're talking about walking or treating.



Lately, his obsession with walks has soared to new heights. He has figured out that J puts on his running shoes when it's time for a walk. As soon as J sits down to put his socks on, Fritz pays attention. If the running shoes come next, you'd think Fritz suddenly developed allergies. (I'm not sure how he associated sneezing with excitement/getting attention, but I think I prefer it over barking as long as he's at least 4 feet away.) With our recent gym membership, though, Fritz has had regular shoe time disappointments. Poor guy.



Tonight, we were watching the Olympics and J decided he would take Fritz on a walk. He made the mistake of putting on his shoes before he was ready to leave. Oh. Man. You would not believe the whining. You'd think he hadn't seen the outside world in years! We got him to calm down so we could watch Allison Felix in the women's 200m, but anytime either of us would move more than 2 inches he would jump to his feet and look at us like, "Now?" Then he'd let out a huge sigh and lay back down. When it was finally time to go, he nearly jumped out of his skin. But then he just sat pretty by the door while J got the leash. I guess we'll keep him around a little longer...

Fritz discovered bubble wrap...

Last May, J took Fritz to In-N-Out for the first time. A couple weeks ago we were headed to In-N-Out for dinner and decided it would be entertaining to get him another burger. This time we documented it.

I discovered this week that Fritz likes broccoli. I fed him some from my dinner and to my surprise he ate it. I gave him another piece to see if it was just a fluke, and he ate that one too! Normally, the only way to get him to eat a fresh vegetable of any kind is to cook it with a roast.



While prepping this post, I searched "dog eating broccoli" in google and the first result that came up was "Veterinary Information: Toxins that Affect Dogs"....OH GREAT!! Apparently broccoli has been known to have a "toxic ingredient" known as "isothiocyanate and it is reported to be a pretty potent gastrointestinal irritant."



The last thing Fritz, the walking gas chamber, needs is a "gastrointestinal irritant." I've always said that if I could bottle and sell his emissions to the military, they could win wars with it. I mean, seriously, it's toxic. We keep bottles of air freshener around the house to combat its nauseous effects. (BTW, Pure Citrus Orange is the absolute best air freshener for all your freshening needs). Apparently, elevated gassiness is a Boxer trait and I've tried numerous things to lessen it....plain yogurt in his food, easily digestible food, never changing his food brand, anti-gas tablets, etc., etc. I imagine, the only thing worse than dog gas,
is broccoli dog gas. BORK.



I was relieved when I continued reading and found - "But I did find several references suggesting that broccoli should be fed to pets because of the bioflavinoids in it and their cancer fighting capabilities."

I went outside to check on Frtiz this morning and found him thoroughly enjoying an avocado. I have no idea where he got the avocado. We don't have an avocado tree. None of our neighbors have an avocado tree...that I know of. I don't think he could have opened the fridge, the vegetable drawer and the bag my avocados are in, although I haven't checked to see if one was missing. But however he got it, he really liked it. I wish I would have thought to take a picture of it because I'm pretty sure he was smiling.

My friend Sam posted THIS the other day and it inspired me to tell this story of our crazy dog park experience, yes the actual dog park...

J and I visit the dog park fairly regularly. It's a great place for Fritz to interact with other dogs and for him to burn up some of his endless supply of energy. About 2 nano seconds after we've unclipped his leash he's already at the opposite end of the park running circles around some stunned cocker spaniel. Within 5 minutes of being at the park, he's found a new friend of similar energy and they spend the rest of the time together running. Literally, running. Stopping only briefly for a drink of water and then running again.

We're always amazed at the intensity of the owners. From the lady who thinks her dog will be psychologically injured if another dog barks at it to the guy who decides his dog owns the park and can harass anyone who comes into his park. Then there are the people who spend every afternoon at the park who may or may not have a dog and have taken personal responsibility for the park. Apparently the city is not strict enough for them so they take it upon themselves to enforce the rules. One such lady, and I use the term loosely, saw Frtiz do his business and noticed that we hadn't seen it happen. She promptly stomped up to us and said, "Hey! Pick up your dog's poop!"

Now, it is clearly posted in the rules of the park that the owner is responsible to dispose of land mines in the provided containers and we are usually very good about complying with said rule. So of course, J jumped into action and thanked the "lady" for pointing it out to us. This was not satisfactory to her because, apparently J scooped the wrong poop. At this point, most reasonable people would do one of two things. Either:

1. Point out that your dog's dooty was actually over there and you accidentally scooped up some other dog's dooty

OR

2. Go ahead and scoop up the other dooty and dispose of it yourself, since you realize the owner simply didn't know about it.

Right? Isn't that what you would do? Either way the poop gets tossed and the crisis averted.

Well, this person was not reasonable. She decided the best course of action would be to grab the scooper, scoop up the poop and show it to us explaining that this was the intended poop. Then, to put a proverbial cherry on top, dump the poop on J's leg. Yes. You read that right. She thrust the scooper at him, he, in turn, pulled his leg back, so she thrust it again until she actually got poop on his pant leg and his shoe and finished off the attack by yelling "Grow up!"

Really? In what universe does that make sense? What is going on in your life when you think the more "grown up" thing to do is smear poo on a person because they scooped up another dog's dooty? Well at this point, we are both shocked and start to get the giggles which of course makes her even more angry. It was then that we realized it was time for us to go. See ya later princess poo, best of luck ruling your dog park kingdom!

Someone could raise an interesting question at this point - "where was Fritz, your supposed guard dog, while this lunatic was attacking you with poo?" I ask myself the very same question. I'm pretty sure he was either running around like a dope, completely unaware of the altercation his business just caused OR he was hiding behind a tree watching and laughing while the whole thing went down. I'm afraid I'll never know for sure.

We like to take Fritz to the dog beach every once in a while. I think we would probably go more often if Fritz could manage to stay a little cleaner. There are few smells worse than sandy, salt-watery dog. He also tends to embarrass us around the other dog owners. The picture is lovely...it's a warm summer day, families playing catch with their dogs named scruffy and fido on the beach, splashing in the water, running in slow motion along the surf...simply serene. Then there's Fritz. Blowing around like the Tasmanian devil after a sugar binge interrupting every game of catch and knocking women and children on their behinds. He blazes around, drunk with freedom, making either a friend or an enemy of every dog on the beach.

We've only let him off his leash a couple times because as you know from here and here, he does not respond well to the "come" command, especially when there are other dogs and miles of beach involved. One time when we did let him off leash he made the strategical error of running full boar up to a gang of rottweiler mafia assassins who immediately had him pinned on his back in the water. I'm pretty sure I heard one of them say to him, "You barkin at me, punk?"

The last time we let him off leash went pretty well until he found a guy building a sandcastle. At this point in the story, I need to take a moment to point out the ridiculousness of the situation. Who? I ask WHO would build a sandcastle on a dog beach? You've heard of yellow snow? The stuff blends into the sand much better....I wouldn't be stickin my fingers in it...EVER. Anyway, apparently because the castle was the tallest thing on the beach outside of people, Fritz decided it was a great place to mark. He confidently trotted right up to it, with the architect squatting right behind it digging the moat, and pronounced "Yep. This is mine." The architect was shocked and disgusted while I appreciated the irony of the moment. Think about it...a sandcastle on the dog beach with a moat filled by a dog! Fortunately, we were far enough away from the incident to pretend he wasn't ours.

Later that same day we met the above Great Dane. I've been wanting to get a 2nd dog and I think a Great Dane is a perfect counterpart to Fritz - half the energy, twice the size.
Besides, we could make money by selling pony rides to the neighborhood kids.

Last weekend we took Fritz up to the snow for the first time. We piled in the Jeep and headed up the 5 to Frazier Park. Apparently we weren't the only people to have this idea. There were so many cars parked along the road and so many people playing in the snow that the police blocked the main exit from the 5. We drove a little farther and found that they had even closed the exit for the rest area. After a little searching and wandering we found a little road that looked like a service road of some type and turned onto it. It took us up to this cute little hidden neighborhood where there was a ton of fresh snow and very few visitors! Perfect! We parked the Jeep, put on Fritz's new coat he got for Christmas from J's parents (that's right...a new coat, complete with a Whistler resort ski patch), and started the video camera.....

Mountain View Pictures
Presents:

A Fritzy Wonderland

.....I know, I know....we're big nerds.

One thing that I think is endearing about Fritz is a little morning habit he has. If ever John has to be up and about before me (which is pretty often these days) Fritz will get up with him, take his morning "relief" outside and get up to speed on what's happening in the house. If there is no walk in order or breakfast being cooked, he will inevitably go back to bed and sleep until I get up.

If John has to leave for an early Tuesday morning meeting, Fritz will come into the bedroom and instead of lying on his nice fluffy dog bed on the floor, will jump up and lay in John's spot next to me. Alright, I know some of you are gagging right now, but I think it's sweet that he assumes the role of "man of the house" and puts himself between me and any danger that could come through the door.  Alright, I realize that most likely he was just waiting for John to get out of the way so he could spraul out on the much more comfortable people bed.

There have been a few times when he's done this and I slept through the whole thing so that I went to sleep with my husband's lovely face there and I woke up to my dogs big, stinky-breath face. It's actually quite shocking.

 I think it's especially funny when he lays his head on John's pillow as though he were a people. This is kinda cute unless he decides he'd rather lay the other direction, then it's just gross and makes for extra laundry**. More than once I've been woken by the worst boxer trait known to man - military grade gas.

**(Alright, for those of you who are in shock about a dog's head being on my husband's pillow, no matter which end is on the pillow it goes in the laundry. That's why if I'm awake while this is happening I grab the pillow out of the way.)

You know how Fritz loves to get loose and run free? Well last weekend we decided to get photos taken and we thought it was a good idea to bring Fritz along. That was our first mistake. Our friend Lukas, photographer extraordinaire, agreed to do a session with us and we started in Hart Park in Newhall. J and I were both wearing Jeans and a black top so I thought it was a good idea to put Fritz in his black collar and leash. That was the second mistake. The black collar is just a bit too big for Fritz and I'm pretty sure Fritz knows it. We walked to the park and were deciding where to start with the pics while Fritz, rather excited, was pulling on the leash. I looked down at Fritz and with a low, slow-motion voice, yelled out "Waaaatcccchhh ooooouuttt, heeeee'ssss ppppuuuulllllliiiinnnnngggg...." and like that he slipped out of the nice black collar and had already made a lap around the park.

I happened to have been wearing shoes with little heels that kept getting stuck in the grass, so I tossed them off and began working on a scheme to catch the little monster. There also just happened to be a couple of police men in the park who yelled over to me "HEY LADY! That dog has to be on a leash!!" I held up the empty collar with the leash still attached and yelled back "YEAH." Fortunately, Fritz did not follow his usual routine of searching for the nearest exit to the busy street or running to the nearest stranger who happens to be petrified of dogs. Instead he ran about 10 laps around us stopping only briefly when a smell would catch his nose, but not long enough for us to catch him. Then he decided it would be fun to run up the road that goes uphill behind the park where there just happened to be a cranky man with a little cranky dog. J was up the hill before me and my bare feet, and got within 20 feet of the cranky man who yelled back at him "HEY, get your dog on a leash, mutter, mutter, mutter." J said, "Yeah, sorry, we're trying to. He got loose." The man, getting crankier, yells back "I saw you take him off his leash!" By this time I had caught up and simply held up the empty collar, leash still attached, and repeated, "He got loose."

At this point, probably with the help of an angel, Fritz got tired and slow and we were able to get ahold of him. Since we didn't want to go through that again, we fashioned a noose, I mean collar, out of his leash and made sure it was mighty snug. Meanwhile, our photographer friend was snapping pictures of the whole ordeal. I haven't seen any pics yet, but I'm guessing they're pretty funny. The rest of the session was smooth and uneventful, but I have no idea how my hair looked after that.

When we first decided to get a dog we knew that we wanted a Boxer. Why? Because they are great. That's why. Here was the list -

1. They are really smart and challenging and take alot of work.
2. They are really good family dogs, full of personality and tend to be really sweet.
3. They look scary and mean, which makes them effective guard dogs, but they're actually quite friendly.

Fritz has met and exceeded all of these expectations.

1. He is definitely smart - too smart - so that he gets bored and destroys things. As it turns out, not using capital punishment is what has taken the most work.

2. He LOVES kids. So much so that he tends to pounce on them and knock them over, not injuring them but definitely giving them a dog complex. He is FULL of personality. He's the only dog I've had that will look you right in the eye and listen to what you're saying as if he understands. We've had full conversations. He is really sweet and actually believes he's a lapdog. One time when I was lying face down on the couch watching TV, Fritz jumped up and laid on my back, dog-pile fashion.

3. He does look scary to some people but is really quite friendly. More than once, we've been on a walk through our neighborhood and a person we don't recognize yells out "Hi Fritz!"
I used to be convinced that if a burglar ever tried to break in to our house, Fritz would give him the grand tour, pointing out our most valuable items, "Here's the studio and over there is my people's most expensive gear. Oh, and don't forget the TV in the bedroom." On 2 separate occasions he failed the guard dog test...miserably. J came up to the gate disguised and acting suspicious. Most dogs would go into attack mode and sound the intruder alarm. Fritz did NOT bark at him or try to defend our home, nor did he welcome him and show him where to break in, but rather he ran. He ran all the way to the very back corner of the yard as far from the "intruder" as possible and was about to jump the fence into the neighbor's yard when J took off the disguise and Fritz realized who it was. That was a sad and disappointing day.

I guess I need to give him a little credit though, since on Halloween this year he barked at every masked kid who came up to our door, which is really something since he really does not bark very often. Maybe he's finally growing a spine. After all, he's not a puppy anymore.

Not long after I took this earlier picture Fritz decided he needed to finish the job. (Maybe he heard me say something about needing blog material.) In the picture below, the white part to the left is the lining of the dead doggie bed. I don't know how he managed to pull it out still mostly intact since he doesn't have opposable thumbs.



I'm thinking about installing one of those security cameras just so I can see how he's able to do the crazy things he does.

A while back, I mentioned that Fritz had chewed up and snorted styrofoam crumbles which got lodged in his sinuses. I thought I'd take this TGIFritz installment to expound on that story.

We had recently thrown out a large piece of packing styrofoam.  You know, the kind that crumbles into tiny Nerds sized bits? If I've learned one thing about Fritz it's that he cannot resist any visible items in the trash bins.  Even if the only thing that is visible is the little red tie from the trash bag sticking out 1/100th of an inch, he will manage to get the entire trash bag with most of it's contents out onto the driveway.  Anyway, the styrofoam was tall enough to hold the trash bin lid open and intrigue the little trouble maker. He managed to pull the entire piece out of the bin and spend the day playing with it and chewing it up. When we came home it looked as though it had snowed tiny Nerds sized styrofoam bits all over our driveway.  Fritz greeted us with his normal kidney bean happy dance only this time he was snorting like Owen from Trains, Planes and Automobiles. You see, this styrofoam snow was about the same weight as a snowflake and would blow around if you blinked near it and Fritz had been chewing on and playing in it for several hours. He had gotten quite a bit of it stuck up his nose and every time he snorted it moved farther up into his sinuses and closer to his brain. We found out not too much later that he had also swallowed a good bit of styrofoam.  I won't go into too much detail, I'll just say that the land-mines in the yard were polka-dotted.  It took a few days of snorting, but finally the styrofoam came loose and made one more polka-dotted deposit in the back yard, and now I always make sure the trash bin lid is completely closed.

Here's what we came home to yesterday...

Boxers are really smart. Too smart.  Unlike golden retrievers, who would happily do anything you ask just for a "good dog" pat on the head, boxers will weigh the options and choose the one that best fits their schedule. Fritz and I have these exchanges almost daily. I ask him to do something and he thinks through the pros and cons of my request before making his decision. 

For example, when he escapes our yard into the greener pastures of the neighborhood and harasses all the neighbor dogs within 30 seconds flat, I'll call out to him, "Fritz, COME!" He stops, looks at me and thinks "If I go to her, I'll get water and I am really thirsty from running so fast. I'll probably get a nice treat and belly scratch for obeying. I'll be able to rest on my nice soft doggie bed. On the other hand, if I don't go to her, I'll be free to go wherever I want! I won't be stuck behind that dumb gate. I can play with the german shepherds down the street and I might score some refried beans and tortillas from the neighbors. Yeah... I'm gonna stay out here, lady. You can chase me if you want, but you know I'm faster than you."  

At this point, it doesn't matter what I have to offer - treats, water, toys, affection, a cat - he will not come. I'm going to have to catch him which means sneaking up on him ninja style while he's in a neighbor's yard and sealing off all the possible exits so that he has no option but be caught and drug back home.

One time we had some friends over at our house and Lightning McFritz took a 3 second window of opportunity to escape through the open screen door. I took off after him. Our friend Paul Hoover was hot on his tail through the door and stayed with him until he made the costly error of going into a fenced yard with easily sealed exits.  He had no where to go but was not about to get caught. He darted back and forth laughing at me while I tried to grab him when, suddenly, Paul took a flying leap and tackled him football style. I'll never forget the look on Fritz' face as Paul flew toward him in slow-motion, arms straight out like super man. His eyes got real wide and his mouth dropped open in shock. Yep, that was a great day. 

Humans-1/ Dogs-0

When I started this blog back in April I had two main purposes 1. Post about the random things that happen in our life for our friends and family 2. Post about the random, crazy stuff Fritz does. It's now been almost 3 months since I posted anything about Fritz. I guess our little puppy has finally turned into an adult, he is 3 after all. Now don't get me wrong, he's still full of energy and can be quite crazy, just not crazy enough to make a good blog post.



Since I'm in need of another weekly theme I'm going to dub Friday, Fritz Friday, which will now be dedicated to Fritzgerald stories from the last 3 years and I'll sprinkle in some current stories should he do something blog worthy.

I'd like to take a poll from all of you faithful readers (that's you Mom) which title has your vote?
(this is when you use that feature about a couple inches down called "Comments")

1. Fritzstoferson Friday
2. Friday on the Fritz
3. I've been Fritzed Friday
4. TGIFritz

Any favorites? Feel free to submit your own titles too.

We were watching a dog show last night....cancel that....I was watching a dog show last night. Have you ever watched a dog show? Anyway, there are a lot of odd things about these events and I usually end up fast-forwarding past most of the show, stopping to see the boxer, great dane and bull dog, maybe the mastiffs too. Ron Reagan (I heard him interviewed once and was very specific that he was not Ron Reagan Jr) was one of the hosts. On a scale of awkward hosting, dog show hosts are somewhere between the Miss America pageant and golf tournaments. I would be happy if I never heard the phrase "what a glorious specimen he is," ever again...in my entire life.

(ummm...I'm scared)


(Yes, that really is a dog - a komondor)


(is it just me or is he really sad about his pigtails?)


(there are no words)


(pardon me, I need to go *bork*)


(These people are remarkably calm for being about to be eaten by a giant alaskan malamute)

There was one thing in particular that struck me as odd last night and I don't recall noticing this on any of the other shows I've seen. As a dog would come up to be judged, the hosts would give information about him/her including name, breed facts, show history and favorite foods. Really? Really, Ron Reagan? Favorite foods? One dog's favorite food was filet mignon, another preferred Krispy Kream doughnuts, and another preferred pizza. First of all, why are the owners of these dogs feeding them such foods? Second, how do they know it's their favorite? And third, why should I care?

I'm pretty sure Fritz's favorite foods all fall in the category of non-vegetable, which includes meat, fruit, dairy, carbs, kibble, bugs and pool water. Have I fed him things that dogs aren't supposed to eat? Sure. It's hilarious to watch him eat marshmallows, but would I call them his favorite? After watching him eat a giant cricket yesterday, and a piece of chicken the day before, I'm gonna guess no. He seems to be just as a happy no matter what culinary delight he has inhaled. Maybe his palette just isn't quite as sophisticated as those "perfect specimens" on TV last night.

Mountain View Pictures
Presents:

Fritz Vs. The Sprinkler

Fritz had his first In-N-Out burger over the weekend. By first, I don't intend to imply that there will be a second or third....I'm pretty sure there won't be, but you never know what'll happen when it's just John and Fritz for the weekend.

Fritz has been to the vet more times than any other dog we've had and is thereby the most expensive dog either of us have ever had. We did buy him as a puppy so we had the normal puppy vet expenses with shots and de-wormings and check-ups, but Fritz has also had

-1 emergency vet visit for a bad allergic reaction to something (still don't know what) that caused massive quilty, body-covering hives and severe face swelling...this was pretty funny looking (see photo #18).

-a visit for chewing up and snorting styrofoam crumbles which got lodged in his sinuses.

-then there was the time he chased a cat from a cold start and ripped up his toe nails so bad I couldn't get them to stop bleeding.

-and finally, he went because he got a cold that turned into bronchitis, which could have turned into pneumonia. For that one he had to have x-rays. Did you know dogs could get pneumonia? Did you know dogs could get bronchitis? They can. Did you further know that people buy insurance for their pets just for situations like this one? At any rate, to keep pneumonia away we had to, yes HAD TO, buy him a sweater (FRITZ-TV01). It's a hoody sweater...which he wears anytime it gets lower than 40 degrees here in So Cal. Look...I'm not one of those dog people who buys clothes for their pet...I just don't want to see a vet bill that size ever again.

Fritz is our 3 year old, 70lb Boxer. He's our kid and we love him. He is FULL of personality and loves meeting new people. Fritz has 2 modes:

-Guest Mode- Overly excited and jumpy, can't sit or stand still.

-Home Mode- Quiet, cuddly, and generally sleepy, although he does have sporadic bursts of rough housing.

His favorite things are, in this order:
Running
Walking
Dog Parking
Sleeping
Wrestling
Escaping the yard and Exploring the neighborhood
Sneaking up on the couch- which is not allowed.

Anyway, check out his photos