This is the first installment of A Day in the Ham. Consider it a spin on “a day in the life” in which we’ll examine the many facets of Hamlet’s everyday life. A photo or two, a sentence or two, hopefully providing you with a small break from your everyday life to laugh, “oooh,” “ahhh,” ponder, and boost your hamminess happiness.
So, without further ado, I give you the Ham burrito (a.k.a. hung over Ham after too much tequila):
Hamlet loves to burrow under blankets and pillows. He rarely goes inside his crate but on this night a few weeks ago found it particularly alluring. All he had to do was ball up his blanket in there, burrow underneath it and voilà! – cozy as the Four Seasons (or should I say Cuatro Estaciones?).