I was sore for several hours, and because it was summer (I actually think it was my birthday, IIRC) and I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, I scraped the hell out of my elbow, but it recovered.
Usually if Kato stops short, he's not in front of me; he normally walks by my side, so even if I wasn't paying attention to him, if he stopped short, I would just realize the leash was taut and 70 pounds of dog wasn't moving. The flip over him was unusual (and not an act I think we'll be taking on the road any time soon).
So cute.
He's such a sweet boy. I am lying down in the bedroom because of a migraine and resulting wooziness from drugs. If I'm in one of the areas of the house where Kato doesn't have access, and too much time has passed for his liking, he starts patrolling the hall, and eventually wants to be let into the room. Tim brought him in the bedroom and he came over to the side of the bed...with his teddy bear in his mouth. Awwwww.
(Of course, he also does plenty of not-sweet things, like the times he suddenly gets up from his bed, casually walks over to where we're sitting and stands there for just a moment and then casually walks away, only for us to realize after about 10 seconds that he apparently walked over to us for the express purpose of farting at us. Devious!)
Awwwww.
Adorbs. Such a luvah.
Cagney routinely gets up in my office chair...taking up 3/4 of it, while I perch on the edge of the seat. If I don't continually rub his belly behind me, he thumps his chin on my shoulder...just in case I've forgotten he's there.
Otherwise, he puts his noggin' on the armrest and snores like a beast.
I'm so grateful for his cuddliness.
If I don't continually rub his belly behind me, he thumps his chin on my shoulder...just in case I've forgotten he's there.
"Hey, Two-Legs, it ain't gonna rub itself!" We could all take a lesson from the way pets don't hesitate to ask for what they need.
"Hey, Two-Legs, it ain't gonna rub itself!" We could all take a lesson from the way pets don't hesitate to ask for what they need.
SERIOUSLY. That is exactly what he would be saying if he spoke
English. "It ain't gonna rub itself and it needs rubbin' as long as I'm conscious."
My stubborn and overly nonchalant boyfriend just rode his bike. Two weeks out from ankle surgery, still in a cast. I can't even.
He'll learn. Or he'll have no comeuppance, in which case your dire warnings will seem like overreaction. In any case, I doubt there's any way for you to impart any common sense that will work out well. He knows it's stupid; he's doing it anyway.
He just must feel so trapped and helpless and dependent, which will lead to Stupid Decision Time like nothing else.
I remember busting my ankle in high school (not near as bad a bust up as D had). It was right before finals week and I had a tap dance final. Somehow I hammered bottle caps into the plastic walking part of the cast and did my final anyway. I got an A on my final and a new cast to the huge disapproval and consternation of my mom.
I haz closet doors and tracks! Monday they (hopefully) will get installed.
So, remember how mom moved to the retirement village close to me? And how she's seeing this guy who lives out of his van, who's a handyman with out steady work? Well. It seems said retirement village has a finite number of nights you can have an over night guest. And her neighbor is a nosy pain in the ass who kept track. So here it is, 40º nights, the holidays, and Mom's boyfriend is sleeping in a van. So, I offered for him to camp out in my living room so he could spend the holidays with mom. And, he's helping build the closet doors for me. So. Win win. right?
Win win for sure!
My stubborn and overly nonchalant boyfriend just rode his bike. Two weeks out from ankle surgery, still in a cast. I can't even.
My guess is that this shows that his cast is really secure. My foot surgeon indicated that my body would let me know in a real hurry if I was overdoing. Of course after two weeks I was still lying in bed on pain killers afraid to put any weight on the foot, so she likely felt safe giving me leeway. She had a nurse on hand with smelling salts when she took out my stitches because she was afraid I was going to faint. Biggest baby on the planet here.
Nodding my head and smiling at bonny and Steph as a fellow mom of a demanding, snugly, huge animal.
I love Lost in Austen! I need to rewatch that!
Mom and Dad never had a problem with us taking books to the family Christmases, esp. since one of them was all like 30 people, many young loud children and drinking adults.
OK, let's see if I can get some editing done in a rec room. Usually I prefer dead silence and solitude, but that ain't gonna happen and I GOTTA get some work done while we're in Iowa.
Wish me focus!
