Photographs of Duncan

Doesn't he look alert?

Here's another photo, showing Duncan reclining in sybaritic ease on top of one of my bookshelves.

... and lounging on my hastily-made bed (in my old apartment). Note the stuffed penguin and python on top of my bureau.

For some inexplicable reason, Duncan considers my filing box a fine place to nap, even though it's full of uncomfortable tax returns and similiar administrivia.

Dad likes to make things with wood, and recently he's started making these cute little folk-art dogs. Duncan seems dubious about the new arrival.

Why do all these photos make my apartment look so messy? (Oh, right... because my apartment's a mess. The table in the back was holding my stack of upcoming reading; since then I've bought a new bookcase.)

Snoozing on my bed...

Patrick and Duncan, snoozing together. Patrick is Barb's favorite stuffed dog, who'd been brought along for a visit. Awww... isn't that sweet?