Tag: Thomas

He truly is the best dog ever.

Sometimes you just need to take a break and hang out on your tuffet, with your ducky.

Thomas is having an upside down meditation on the distressing emptiness of his Kong wobbler and the injustice of a life that doesn’t include an eternally bottomless bowl
of kibble.

Thomas is not entertaining any silly notions about moving from that spot. I may have to find somewhere else to sleep.

Thomas would like to find new staff who knows how to throw. Stuffy fetch is no fun when your toy keeps getting stuck in the cat tree.

He wants a something. I have no idea what, though.

I’m not sure what kind of pollen this is. Thomas stuck his head in several shrubs and into some overgrown evergreen trees. Whatever it is, it wants to kill me.

This time of year, I rub down the dog with a wet wipe after every walk. And if the pollen is bad, I take a quick shower.

Tree pollen is pure evil.

I dug Thomas’ little stuffies out from under my work table. Again. It was a rapturous reunion. All he’s wanted to do since then is play stuffy fetch.