Tag: Thomas

Tiny baby dinosaur. Ferocious.

Poor biscuit had to go for a walk, and I wouldn’t let him eat the Hot Pocket he found in a ditch because I’m a monster. And then when we got home, I wouldn’t play with him. He was having he worst day ever.

The poor baby bear gets a dinner plate coated with peanut butter, to occupy him while I trim his nails. He hates it though, and no amount of bribery will make him believe he isn’t being tortured.

I found the end of a bolt of groovy upholstery fabric at ReStore, to recover Thomas’ tuffet. He inspected it thoroughly. (Maharem’s Divide pattern in tropic color.)

It took him a few minutes to realize the cheese was on him.

Will do silly tricks for cookies!

It must be Spring, because Thomas was stung by another damn bee. I took him straight to the vet this time. They gave me some prednisone to take home with me, in case he developed hives again. I kept him doped up on Benadryl all weekend though, so no hives.

Poor dog is a bee magnet.

There are times when Thomas frustrates the hell out of me, with his constant puppy energy, but he also is the very best nap enabler, so I can’t really complain. And he keeps my feet warm, too.

I should have named him Gladys. He spends 90% of his day watching the neighbors out the window.

I think he was judging me.