I had a dream last night that a little mouse named Whiskers joined our fur family. He liked to sleep in between the pages of books and when you’d call his name “WHISKERS WHISKERS” he’d come running and scramble up the side of your arm and give your cheek a little kiss.
Interpretations on that one? Anyone?? 🙂
I woke up at about 2am. Cracked my neck and suddenly felt better (as you know I’ve been feeling like crap all week). Is that all it takes? A neck crack?? I looked beside me and Fergus was laying flat on his back with his legs splayed out like a star fish. I was too tired to get out of bed and get my camera, but I wish I had take a photo cause it was the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.
It’s our new day off today.
Gerry and I are now taking Sun/Mon instead of Tues/Wed. It feels weird… we’re off to the beach for a walk. Let’s hope Fergus doesn’t pee on anyone this time.
I forgot to tell you… I was walking up the beach listening to Vegan Freak Radio on my I-pod when I heard someone yelling. “Excuse me! EXCUSE ME” but I didn’t think it had anything to do with me, so I kept walking … Suddenly someone grabbed my shoulders and yelled “YOUR DOG PEE’D ON MY BLANKET”.
I removed my ear-buds and said “Oh dear. So sorry.”
She put her hands on her hips and said “SORRY? You’re SORRY??” Like I had just insulted her or something. Then she started to give me some serious attitude … so I said “Welcome to dog beach.” and put my ear-buds back in and kept walking.
I think she probably hates me.
Like…what did she expect you to say or do? Tell her to wait while you ran it home and washed it? Give her a buck to take it to be washed herself?
Perhaps she had such a fabulous blanket that Fergus recognized quality and wanted it for himself?!
Love it. I foster dogs, and we always joke that “It’s just a little pee” because every peice of furniature in my house has been marked, as have I several times.
At least it wasn’t on her.
Better her blanket than my store!
Oh that is GOOD.
Don’t you just LOVE people??