Today we stayed home squirreled away in our room with the blinds down snuggled under the covers listening to vinyl while the girl alternately read and moped.

If she puts on Bright Eyes and starts crying, that's it. It's over between us.

Flailed by Flan 12:25 PM

Now whenever Laura mother comes near I get on my back two legs and kind of dance around in anticipation for bbq or whatever tasty treat she has in store for me. Instead of being thankful for this attention, she just mutters something to the effect of "I feel like a large drumstick."

Oh man! Doesn't she know she shouldn't play with me in teasing like that! A little dog such as me can

Flailed by Flan 12:12 PM

Is this site not twee as phreaking Hello Kitty?

Mm, Kitty. Talk about a tasty dish.

Flailed by Flan 1:09 PM

I wish that Laura and I had similar senses of humor. Today, she was waddling up the stairs at the bookstore putting "Staff Recommended" stickers on the books which she has lining the stairs. I am tentatively trailing a few steps behind her as she slowly plods her way up. As she set the roll of stickers down, it starts to tumble down.

Erlack!

It chased me all the way to the bottom of the stairs where I then took refuge under the chair. It about gave me a heart attack. Meanwhile, Laura has curled into a ball in giggles.

Oh, too bad she didn't roll down those stairs too.

Flailed by Flan 1:00 PM

If Laura can put up pictures of me on her blog of me sheared of all modesty and fur, then surely I can post one of her flushed after chasing me around a bit or blushing for whatever unknown reason. Too bad it's not a sunburn as then I would be able to have the joy of taunting her that it might peel. That would be a shame - being on her face and all. Of course, if it took some of her eyebrows with it it could really do wonders.

Flailed by Flan 12:53 PM

Laura's mother fed me some bbq chicken the other night on the sly because Laura is a table scrap Nazi. I munched happily and thought we had gotten away with the deed.

Then later, Laura is giving my ears a good rub when she leans in and sniffs (how she smells anything with that inferior nose of hers is beyond me).

"You have bbq sauce on your ears!"

Caught again! But oh how good it was while it lasted.

Flailed by Flan 12:31 PM

Yesterday, I spied a woman planting flowers in the lot in the back that used to be covered with straw. Hello! Where am I suppose to have fun now while scratching, pawing, and sniffing around? I won't be allowed in a flower bed. This neighborhood is going to pot I tell you.

Flailed by Flan 12:02 PM

I was trying to get out of the car so I had perched myself on Laura until the door open so I could spring out immediately. So here I am ready to lunge and she tries to tell me that the reason she eats is so she can be chubby so I'll have a place to rest. Oh surrrrrreeeee, Laura - you pork down that chocolate just for me.

I'm a dog - not dumb.

Flailed by Flan 12:02 PM

I'm beginning to worry that Laura thinks of me as nothing more than a glorified water bottle to keep her bed warm for her until she climbs in and shoves me aside.

Flailed by Flan 12:02 PM