He doesn't normally stow stuff, but maybe he would if he had a place to do so. I mostly ignored him once I was sure that nothing was actually wrong.
It's funny, but I thought Bartleby wasn't much interested in his toys until I changed the living room around and turned his toy drawer into a toy basket.
Now, when he wants to engage me in play, to goes over to it and roots around, looking for the one he wants. I fantasize that he's musing about which one is going to get me off my butt the fastest.
When I'm super engaged in whatever I am doing...ie: ignoring him...he'll find a squeaky toy, sneak up behind my office chair and let me have a couple of good squeaks.
Works every time.
That sounds like my daughters dog, Chewy. He likes to play tug with ropes, but he when he really wants attention he brings the squeeky toys to play with.
Score! My client needed to reschedule at the last minute.
I'm turning in.
Please cheer the antibiotics on while I sleep. Kill those bugs, kill them dead! But leave me intact, if you don't mind.
May all the ill-istas feel better soon.
Sleep well and heal, bonny.
May all the ill-istas feel better soon.
Hallelu.
Since I got home I have: emptied and washed the compost crock, emptied and loaded the dishwasher, taken out the recycling, washed and hung a load of laundry, put more stuff from the kitchen aside for donation, put away a bunch of clean clothes, emailed some peeps in NOLA to be on the lookout for a sublet for me, made and ate dinner (with leftovers for tomorrow's lunch)... I'm pretty much out of productive. I think I'll send two more emails, take a shower, and crash. Office day tomorrow.
OMFG. There's a 9/11 10th anniversary commemorative coin using silver recovered from Ground Zero. Am I nuts or is that atrocious?
I would rather they used recovered precious metals for some sort of memorial rather than commercial gain.
Am I nuts or is that atrocious?
Wouldn't that include the fillings of dead people?
I was pretty skeeved when I saw that ad, smonster.
