Tuesday, January 9, 2018
So, as mentioned in previous posts Cleo has this odd need to sit on things she finds on the floor. Bags, papers, tissue- doesn't matter. There's lots of room here for her, and plenty of warm, plush carpet, but she's always drawn to something laying on the floor. Mom likes to work on the floor, whether filing, crafts, bookkeeping- no matter. Cleo likes to "help". Plain and simple. And by helping I mean placing her butt on whatever mom's working on at any given moment.
Sunday, December 31, 2017
I don't believe in silly human holiday traditions, but apparently mom and dad do.
The Christmas good luck charm is joined by the Thanksgiving one, and I'm assuming they'll meet their demise tonight, New Year's Eve.
I'm not sure what mom and dad will wish for, but I know what I'd wish for if I was a believer and had the right digits to grab and pull.
All this nonsense aside, here's looking forward to a truly wonderful 2018. And another year filled with more of this...
|Nope, nobody spoiled here...|
Sunday, December 24, 2017
With all the technology available at one's fingertips nowadays I figured he'd have been able to come up with something a little more ingenious than painting a freakin' Santa hat on me.
Yay go dad. I should point out the subtle nod to the old guy who came before me (note dad's special Orbit coffee mug on the counter right over my head. Yup, he still uses it).
Anyway, here's wishing a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all y'all!
Oh, and by the way, dad, for all you have to say about my girth, width, heft, etc., etc., blah, blah, blah, I'd like to point out to our readers the half-deflated tire around your middle, the loose bit of extra whatever hanging from your neck, and the ever increasing flecks of gray in your chin stubble. Burn!