Lazy Hands

I like being a pet. At first I grew impatient at being confined. Eating the same food, coming when called, living between the same four... five, six, let's see... 14, 15 ... then around here... 26, 27, 28! ...living between the same 28 walls.

You see? Boring. But right there, it's the little things: I've never counted the walls. And some of them I got to count twice because they had two sides to them. Never thought about that before. And there you go: perfect material to blog about.

One benefit to being a pet is that humans never seem to grow tired of lazily running their hands through my fur. I take it that human relationships must be nice that way too.

The Mystery Mooing Puppy

I only have a couple of minutes before he'll be back. I'm having a hard time getting to the computer. My human works out on Monday and Wednesday and sometimes Friday. But this week he's been really irregular. He's spending ALL his time in front of the computer, and I keep seeing a dog making weird sounds.

I don't understand what it's about, but all the signs point to him leaving me for a younger puppy.

Flea Drops: Caught!

If I weren't a proper girl, I'd shout a thousand expletives! My human noticed I changed the calendar and fixed it! I got the flea drops this morning. Arrrgh! I don't know what's worse, the infernal itching or that poisonous tonic on my neck?

Fleeing Flea Drops

The only time I can post is on certain mornings when everyone is gone and the human leaves his computer on (to download Jon Stewart). The internet is crazy slow right now.

I noticed in his calendar it says we're supposed to get flea drops on Wednesday. I wonder will he'll notice if I drag that over to next week? There we go. That'll give us a few extra days.