The poor baby bear gets a dinner plate coated with peanut butter, to occupy him while I trim his nails. He hates it though, and no amount of bribery will make him believe he isn’t being tortured.
I bought that mat for myself, but Piglet commandeered it, and I could hardly argue.
I found the end of a bolt of groovy upholstery fabric at ReStore, to recover Thomas’ tuffet. He inspected it thoroughly. (Maharem’s Divide pattern in tropic color.)
It took him a few minutes to realize the cheese was on him.
Will do silly tricks for cookies!
It must be Spring, because Thomas was stung by another damn bee. I took him straight to the vet this time. They gave me some prednisone to take home with me, in case he developed hives again. I kept him doped up on Benadryl all weekend though, so no hives.
Poor dog is a bee magnet.
There are times when Thomas frustrates the hell out of me, with his constant puppy energy, but he also is the very best nap enabler, so I can’t really complain. And he keeps my feet warm, too.
I should have named him Gladys. He spends 90% of his day watching the neighbors out the window.
I think he was judging me.
A cat I’ve been sitting for recently died. I needed to return the owners’ key to them, and when I did, they sent me home with a giant pile of food, treats, and some litter. Thomas was appalled.