Posts Tagged ‘Living with Animals’
Although, come to think of it, capsizing while in the midst of a swarm of various waterborne avians would compound the danger they pose to the casual boater. While taking on water is little enough threat, take on too much in the wrong neighborhood and you’ll really be in a pickle without a paddle.
Today’s cartoon is meant to simply identify that small metal protrusion on the corner. It’s a fire hydrant. It’s not a stool for fairies or a mountain ground down to a nub or any other such similar fanciful item. Just a fire hydrant. Consider yourself informed.
Mom discovered that she could make me yawn on command yesterday, and it was kind of fun to yawn when she yawned. Yet, of course, as soon as I am on video trying to do it, it only works once, boring. Anyway, here is the yawn of a video, with everyone yawning but me…
Well, I am home alone with Dad for the weekend, its day 2 of momlessness, and I think Dad and I have just got the hang of it. Mom left this weekend for Birmingham, for another bellydance thing. Luckily she let dad off the hook this time since she had previously dragged him to Blackpool, so I got to stay home with him rather than be sent away. I didn’t even realize what was going on- I just assumed mom was leaving for errands or class or something.
Yesterday morning we were all in bed at 7; when in my doorbell like fashion, I sprang out of bed and ran downstairs barking. Mom went to see who it was- surprise! It was painters that our landlord sent to dress our windows. Well, mom and dad didnt let me meet the painters, and then the backyard was off limits for me most of the day until the paint dried. Mom took off at 11 and it was just me, dad, and painters- so I didn’t really notice what was going on. I acted out for mom not being around and not being allowed outside.
I did my crazy poo dance, and tore up the carpets, etc. Dad finally got so tired of me that he took me out for a run to calm me down, which worked. We then spent the rest of the night watching Ghost Rider. When it was late, and about time to go to bed, I realized mom still wasn’t back. Dad was reading Sharpe in Bed, and I was with him, but I kept whining to go out, and barking at every little noise I heard, hoping Dad would get out of bed and open the door for mom. It was wierd, she wasn’t there.
Anyway, now it is Sunday morning and Dad says mom will be back today, so I am much calmer, and am just sleeping in the sun…
Ben here- Winston is still asleep in my spot on the bed. Yesterday when I went to bed I discovered Winston fast asleep on Jaci’s pillows. Not caring, because they weren’t my pillows, I got into bed- the dog didn’t move. This morning I wake up, and the dog is next to my head! Not only that, but he has my blanket, I don’t have any, and he is pushing me away with his paws!
As you can imagine, that didn’t last long considering that I outweigh him by like 220 lbs, he got chucked, unceremoniously under the covers, down by my feet. I then woke up to go make coffee, and get ready for work, and he was still under there. I patted him and left. But when I came up to get a sweatshirt (It is August, and I think we need to turn on our heater again- it is a high of 12 degrees today!) and where is dog? but in my spot.
He is so cute now… but when he grows up, he better not be on my pillow, I’ll tell you that much! I would have tossed him in his kennel right then and there , if he hadn’t been puking a lot lately, and Jaci complaining about how hard it is to clean the kennel gets on my nerves…
You got to love the dog, but soon he is going to be spending some more time outside in the garden thinking about how dogs should behave…