Today was messy and snowy, so Geordie and I played outside for a little while and built a snowman.
(Doesn’t the snowman look a little like Granny from Squidbillies?)
Today I am in the doghouse because I found cat crap outside and ate it. Even after Mom told me to spit it out and drop it. Then we came inside, and while she was trying to check her email, I a) found paintbrushes with paint still on them and tried to play with them, b) got the rubber bumper strip off of the air purifier and brought it over by Mom’s feet to chew c) pushed Mom’s slippers waaaaay under the bed so that she couldn’t reach them d) tried to sniff Mom’s wool yarn, then tried to stick her knitting needles up my nose and e) got a tissue out of the trash and tore it up all over the bedroom. Oh yes, and last night I wanted to go out and pee at 4 am when it was -8 outside.
Mom says she can’t wait for there to be a thaw so that she can walk some of this energy out of me
After I found out that Geordie may be getting a little brother – but before I became comfortable with the idea – I worried that Geordie may not get enough attention once the little one came along. In an effort to assuage my guilty feelings, I decided to give him one last really great day by himself.
When Bitey was a baby, I took him on an outing that covered going to the bank, then the pet store, then finally the lake. He was the most excited that I had ever seen him. This past Autumn, we recreated that eventful day.
This is Bitey’s response to the beauty of nature: sniffing some grass.
Look, Geordie! Look at the beautiful water! Smell that fresh air!
Geordie’s response: Leave me alone. I’m sniffing leaves.