“Hackles up and barker engaged, captain!” (Yes, we’ve been watching the Treksgiving marathon on BBC America.)
Tag: Thomas
Woefoot
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!
Best Boy
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.
Bad Seed
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.
Instant Review: Benebone
I took Thomas for his afternoon “forced march” then gave him a Benebone. He gave it 11/10.
Side-eye
Thomas pretty much sums up how I feel about the last week.
All Tucked Up
Thomas finally decided it’s cold enough to sleep under the comforter.
Mulligan
Can we please have a do-over on this entire horrible year?
Waiting
I took my sick ass to the polls at 6:00 this morning, and then I came home and coughed up both lungs. Now Thomas and I are watching election coverage on the news.
Will Thomas Eat It?
Thomas is not impressed with the time change. He thinks we should go to bed early, anyway, but now he starts making hints even earlier. This was last night, but it’s not even 6pm yet tonight and he’s already starting to look askance at me.
I’ve been sick all weekend with a sore throat, and now a full-blown cold. After three days of my throat hurting, it was actually a relief when the rest of the symptoms joined the party. I was starting to think I had strep throat. Aieee! But no, it’s just a boring cold. So I stopped at the store to get more Kleenex, meds, and clementines. Like ya’ do.
And of course, I had to see what Thomas thought of them. He spit out the first one, but then changed his mind and decided he really likes them.
red paper boat 