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Last night Erin and I made our own sushi! Well, I wasn't allowed to hold the knife, but I did get to shout Japanese phrases of encouragement.



It turns out that Clapton has a taste for sashimi himself. He's always very helpful when he wants something, and it's usually not very hard to tell what that is. Even if he's not pointing his snout at it, his eyes give away his objective:



Then, when he realizes he can't get it, he sighs and resumes his rug impersonation.

Of course in the end we couldn't help but spoil him. We are yuppies who feed sushi to our purebred Newfoundland. The next thing you know we'll be reading him the New York Times and making him soy lattes.