Tag: Thomas

I have no idea what goes on in his little head. He seems to think this is how it’s done, though.

And finally, the face Thomas makes when he watches me through the patio window, while I’m taking photos. The whole thing disgusts him, I think.

I wouldn’t let him sit in the couch while I was eating, so he sat on the ottoman and then leeeeeeaned across and propped his head on the couch, next to my leg. I can’t argue with his logic.

He’s been goofy as hell today. I looked up earlier to see him walking past me, holding his tail in his mouth. Totally casual, like it was a perfectly normal thing to do. And now he’s sitting on the couch with his judgeface on.

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.