The battle over the keyboard continues apace.
At my parents for the holiday season. My sister’s family is currently living with my parents because of essentially a small sink hole opening under their house causing the foundation to crack in half. The repairs are now done and they might be moving back to their own house across town this weekend. In the meantime my dog and their dog have been hanging out. First couple days they weren’t real sure about each other but now they are fine.
This is where my dog chooses to sleep. Yes that is her bed in the shot. How is the floor comfier than her bed?
(And yes I know the floor desperately needs hoovering… )
Two gingers? How do you get any sleep at night?
They mostly reserve their craziness for early evening : )
I rarely get them sitting so close to each other. Morse wasn’t exactly posing for the camera there, but I was happy to have them both in proximity.
My partner tried to have a relaxing bath before she filled up the cat food tray. It turned out to be less relaxing than she hoped.
A Christmas poem inspired by my dog walk today.
Inspired by my Christmas dog walk…
Woof woof Danny, is your bottom full?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full!
Woof woof Danny, but I have only two!
Oh sir oh sir, time to juggle poo.
And the burning question on both those cats’ whiskers is why don’t you use your own spit?
Oh no, they’re definitely wondering why the toilet roll is on the holder backwards.
Rookie mistake.
I can make a case for that—a small child is more likely to flail downwards than upwards.
Yes, we’ve had quite a few unravellings.
And what about the toilet roll?
When I was running Masks of Nyarlathotep, I had a similar problem with my ‘immortal’ sorcerers.
Good work, Bella; excellent dog!
Merry Christmas all.
G
The second one which looks like a donkey currently still has its head.