Category: Pets

Thomas has upped his begging game by insinuating his giant head between me and my spinach pizza. It didn’t do him any good, but he doesn’t seem to care.

My phone camera plus low light plus perpetual motion Thomas equals crappy photos. But the Prisma app can sometimes kinda sorta rescue them. I like the way this one turned out. He was chasing his evening snack in a StarMark treat ball.

(I don’t get kickbacks from the company. I just strongly recommend this treat ball. It survived daily use from Frances, stuffed with chunks of raw carrot. And now Thomas has decided it’s his favorite thing in the world. He brings it to me and puts it in my lap, when he thinks it might be snack time. I like his technique much better than Franny’s. She used to throw the ball at my head, when she wanted me to fill it with carrots. Unfortunately for me, her aim was excellent.)

I’ve been trying to keep Thomas from racing around on the carpet, so he doesn’t re-injure his paw pad. So of course he’s being an unholy terror today. He stole a stick of butter off the kitchen counter, and then he stole the spoon out of my bowl, when I turned my back for two seconds.

“Hackles up and barker engaged, captain!” (Yes, we’ve been watching the Treksgiving marathon on BBC America.)

Thomas injured one of his paw pads. He won’t leave it alone. I’m watching him like a hawk, so he doesn’t chew a giant hole in his foot. I put the cone of shame on him for a while, but it freaks him out so badly I don’t dare leave him like that unattended. He is a giant, hysterical cupcake.

Hopefully it’ll heal quickly!

I dug through a drawer full of old dog collars and found a plain black leather one that fits Thomas. And then I promptly called him Frances. I knew I had the wrong name, but it was too late. It was a very odd experience.

He looks pretty dapper, I think. This collar is definitely well used, but it’s got a lot of life left in it. He seems happy with it.

Dear Thomas: YOU are why you can’t have nice things.

It’s a good thing he’s cute. He got a lecture, and then I threatened to give his once-nice bolster bed to the cat, if he tries to de-stuff it again.

I took Thomas for his afternoon “forced march” then gave him a Benebone. He gave it 11/10.