Just a short post tonight because I had to watch KU trounce the Pussycats. (Guys? That OCTAGON OF DOOM thing? Makes you sound like a particularly unimaginative Bond villain who tries to use geometry as his secret weapon.)
Here is Brewster doing his thing at Dog Class:
In his KU crimson halter, of course.
"His thing" mainly consists of hanging out on his favorite towel,
letting strangers feed him treats. He seems to have finally figured out
that there really are worse things in the world than being fed hot dogs
by strangers. It's been fun to watch.