Little fattypants cat has commandeered the bed on top of the dog’s crate. Occasionally Piglet will sneak in with her, but he has cooties, so she doesn’t encourage him.
Thomas went for more than a year, ignoring the various tennis balls in his toy box, left over from Frances. Then one day he found a squeaky tennis ball, and now he’s addicted. Unfortunately, he peels them, so they don’t last very long.
Thomas is contemplating the meaning of life, or maybe his next snack, or maybe both.
When you love the cat, but the cat doesn’t really love you back, but then the cat sleeps on top of you and you’re afraid to complain because at least he isn’t trying to kill you. Relationship status: srsly complicated.
Also, Piglet is huge!
I don’t think this dog actually has bones in his body.
I was up past my bedtime. Pretty sure Thomas issued demerits. Baby boy hates it when I stay up late.
It’s past Thomas’ bedtime. He turns into a pumpkin at 9pm. He’s so tired that he can’t even be bothered to complain at the neighbor dogs barking outside.
Sometimes I throw food at my dog.
Who knew one little dog could pack so much judgment into a single look? Judgeface, ear of judgment, and epic side eye.
Even his drooling is ridiculous.