Cake Cookies

When it's just the two of us, we go long periods of time being quiet, just hanging out. But sometimes, J talks to me a lot. You probably figured she did.

I don't mind. Most of the time, she says things worth hearing. Things like, You want a bone? Feel like taking a walk with me? Is it time to feed you already?

The rest of the time, she rattles on about whatever, and I try to listen for the questions. If I can answer, I do. I help sometimes with her writing, but really, there isn't too much I can sort out for her. I let her talk things out, though. It seems to help.

When she loses something, I show her where it is. If she's not sure what to wear, I try to let her know if her first choice looks silly. Usually, the kid and I agree. (I don't know why, but she always asks that kid even after I give my opinion)

More often then not, she talks when she's cooking. I generally move into the kitchen then. I stay out if she's cleaning it, she needs the extra space. When she's cooking, she needs me closer at hand.

Today, after she worked, she made the Teriyaki stuff the kid likes with extra tofu and broccoli. She hates Teriyaki, so she dumped a lot of soy sauce on it. I just watched. If she hates it, I sure don't want any.

Later, after the kid left, J kept moving around in the kitchen, opening cabinet doors, looking in the freezer, pulling things out and putting them back. This is a sure sign that she wants more chocolate than she should have at one sitting.

Sure enough, she put a box on the counter and then went over to the machine, looking stuff up. Before you know it, she's dumping a cake mix into a giant bowl and carrying on about how she's going to make cookies out of cake mix.

She poured oil and broken eggs in there, and then found the chocolate chips that have been scrunched in the back of the freezer for months. I can't tell you where she found the nuts she chopped up, but it's probably a good thing they were being shoved in a hot oven for awhile before they got eaten. (not that I wouldn't have eaten them as they were, but people have weak constitutions)

I got a step by step of every stir of the spoon while she worked.

She rolled the squishy stuff into greasy balls and rolled 'em around in white powdery stuff, stuck 'em in the oven, then set the alarm on her phone. Before you know it, she's waving her cake cookies around, asking me if I think they look good.

What am I going to say? I'm a dog. Garbage looks good.

Did she share these mouth watering creations with me?

No, she did not.

After she ate about three of 'em, and burne herself twice, she noticed I was sitting in the middle of the kitchen staring at her. It took her awhile, but I'm good at staring.

Finally, she finished her cookies (both making and eating) And I got a big bone filled with peanutbutter and little milkbones. She is now drinking a glass of wine and unwinding from the day.

All's well that ends well.

Cosmo

Friday the 13th

Nobody mentioned it. Go figure.



Usually people go on and on about the date, but not today. Today, our tutoring guy was fixed on St. Patrick's Day. Since it's the weekend and the day in question is a weekday, it should be honored early. He said it was important because everyone should celebrate Saint Patty's Day by drinking a lot and calling him (the blind guy) for a ride home.



Hey, whatever amuses him, right? He's a pretty nice guy. He deserves a free chuckle.



I think one guy at the neuro place was having a bad day. A lady kept yelling at him. That's bad news as far as I'm concerned. She ripped a mole off of my head the first day I met her. Everyone else may think she's nice, but I steer clear of her. She is truly Friday the 13th material in my book.



When we got home, J spoke to her other tutoring guy. He was a nervous wreck, thinking about doctors and lawyers and such. It doesn't get much scarier than that, does it?



Unless you're out of peanutbutter and kibble...now that's really a bad day.



They should make the first time-changing day be on Friday the 13th. Everyone's always in a bad mood that day. I'm still not used to the new time.



Is J supposed to feed me earlier or later than she used to?



Every other year she's started ahead of time, feeding me a little earlier every day accordingly, until the clocks changed. Then we'd be ready for it and it wouldn't upset my schedule.



This year, it took her by surprise. She said it happened on the wrong day or weekend or something.



Whatever.



It's time to feed me now.



Right now.



I hope you guys have had a decent day.





Cosmo

More About Daniel

I know I've mentioned Daniel The Voice before. He's J's computer voice that reads us stories J wants to hear or things she types --her books and all.

I never thought too much about it--he just sounds better than the other ones she sometimes uses. There's Glen who's on there before she pushes the buttons that wake Daniel up. Glen's okay. He sounds a little like Daniel only slow-witted and kind of fake. Like a machine voice.

Daniel doesn't sound like a machine. That's really all I ever cared about. He doesn't offend my sensitive doggy ears. He wins my favorite voice contest.

Yesterday, J asked the kid to listen to some instructions she was typing, to see if they were easy enough to follow.

The kid cracked up. I thought J was going to get all offended. Finally, the kid told her that Daniel sounded like a smooth-talker--like someone who might try to romance her or something and convince her of things.

I've got to say, I don't hear it. I mean, it's just Daniel. Sure, he sounds educated, but he's just a voice.

Well, it gets better.

J had to fix up these directions for the guy she's teaching and Bob, the OT guy, thought a digital voice recorder was the way to go. So J kept trying to record the directions and play them back to see if she could follow them. The thing was, she couldn't stand her own voice.

I can't believe I sound that whiny, she whined. Since she doesn't speak dog, I just stared at her, thinking she should let Daniel do it. It's not like he didn't have to read it first so she could hear it, right?

I know she can't see, but I figured if I stared long enough and hard enough, the idea would sink in. And guess what? It did.

So, she recorded Daniel while he read the instructions to her. She had to go back and put in commas and changed spellings so he'd say exactly what she wanted in exactly the right way. See, Daniel is kind of literal. It's his job.

Anyhow, she took the recorder to work and played it for the guy. He's a lot like me. Daniel spoke clearly and said what he needed to say, so everything was fine. We ended up taking it home, because...I don't know. We just did.

So, in the course of other work she was doing, she let some ladies hear the instructions, spoken by Daniel.

Yep. They liked it. They went on and on about how sexy he sounded.

Smooth. Elegant. Refined...

A voice. He's just a voice.

Whatever.

He entertains me. He doesn't eat my food.

I can live with it.

Cosmo

Scents or Smells?

J's got the door open and it smells great out...for now.

Earlier, the neighbor who loves garlic was burning bacon. I suspect they were just preparing us for later. That's why we close the kitchen window sometimes.

In a little while, J will turn on--light--her candle. The candle she has now is supposed to smell like Creame Brulee...I have no idea what it is. Based on the smell, it's something sweet.

People talk about dogs having good noses and all, but people are really fixed on smells. Yesterday, J was threatening the guy she works with. She told him that if he kept doing whatever it was, she would quit bringing the bubble gum she gets for him and start giving him one that smells bad like strawberry or watermelon. Having smelled those before, I can tell you that the gum does not smell like the fruit it's named after.

I was thinking about all that, though--hey, what else do you think I do lying around on the floor all day? See, when J and the kid got their candles, they got some little melty things that are supposed to smell like some specific thing when you melt it. The kid got banana nut bread to melt and J got grandpa's pipe.

This is me rolling my eyes. Can you believe her? She hates the smell of cigarettes inside, but wants pipe smell... People just aren't right.

The kid melted one of her banana nut bread chips while we were gone yesterday. When we got home, J kept saying it didn't smell like banana nut bread at all. I agree. I think it smelled like the hazlenut coffee candle they had last month. But nobody asks the dog.

Either way, it doesn't bother me, just gives me something else to think about... It's not like I'm going to solve the world economy puzzle laying down here.

Anyway, it keeps the cats guessing. When they're trying to figure out what that smell is, they're leaving me alone. I like it that way.

Cosmo

Rude Awakening

So it snowed.

A lot.

Yo u might know that already. But you don't know it like I do, I guarantee.

Everyone assumes that I love the snow. I don't.

I don't hate it...depending on how deep it is.

Folks see me, or other Labs bounding through the snow and carry on about how much fun we're having and all that. I'll grant you, it can be fun. It just depends on how deep it is.

See, like most mammals, when i wake up, I generally have to urinate. Unlike J, I have to go outside to do that.

I stand about three feet tall, give or take a few inches. At least a foot and a half of that is body. The other foot and a half is legs. So when I releive myself in twelve inches of snow, parts of me are doused fluffy ice.

Talk about a wake up call. You shove your unprotected personal areas into the snow and then tell me you don't feel like jumping around.

I won't believe you, of course.

I just had to get that off my chest.

Thank you for listening.

Cosmo

Lost

The bone was lost.

I only got to chew on it one time for a little while and then...lost.

I was pretty upset. J was, too.

She pulled the couch and the little couch all around the room, swept under them...it was something else. There was all kinds of kibble, a square with dots on it, lots of plastic things from the milk. (the cats steal them and chase them all over. Maniacs) She found a few sparkly red and green things from the Christmas tree. There were several of the things she and the kid put in their hair--to hold it back. Oh, and one fur covered fake mouse that rattled when she threw it.

No bone.

I'll put peanutbutter in your Kong and we'll listen to Daniel, she says. Okay, why not. I'm upset and bored. I like Daniel better than her other computer machine voices.

So...she goes into the kitchen and starts rattling around. When she yelled, Oh, man! I am such an idiot! I knew she found it.

Apparently, she put it on the little table in the kitchen so she would remember to put peanutbutter in it later. Except she's blind and she almost never touches anything on the little table. So that was a stupid idea.

Ahhh, well. I guess it is later. And she put rice cake and peanutbutter in my bone...she was having one. So, I'll forgive her. She had a hard week last week. It wasn't bad, there was just a lot of it, and she's not as young as she used to be.

So, like I said, I'll let it go.

The floor in the living room is clean. The fur monsters are busy. I've got my bone and she's got a cup of her favorite coffee. We're gonna kick back and listen to Daniel.

Take care.

Cosmo

Dog Day!

It came! My bones finally showed up.

Yeah, I'm happy.

And tired. It takes a lot of energy to make your way through a five inch knuckle, never mind the peanutbutter.

It's now two and a half inches of bone and a few bits of bone shavings. I was going to clean up the mess, but hey, J's got a rug cleaner.

She complained about the bone chips I left behind. Naturally, I ignored her. If she didn't want me to make a mess, she shouldn't have given me the bone.

It's not like I could have opened the package myself. (thumbs...yeah) The kid opened the box and that wasn't an easy thing. I was afraid she'd go for my blueberry dog biscuits. She was reading that box pretty closely. She finally gave it up.

I had to get a little testy with the Menace. Idiot feline. No sense of decorum. He tried to pull my bone away. What was he going to do with it? Nothing, that's what. At least the Irritant kept her distance.

Both J and the kid were carrying on about how they didn't know a dog could actually eat bone. What did they think happened to it? Every now and then, she buys me a bone that starts out to be six or seven inches long. When it gets to be three inches or so and all lopsided, she starts trying to get me another one.

For a writer, she doesn't pay enough attention, does she?

Obviously, she needs me to remind her about the important stuff. Besides, she's got the back-up bone still wrapped up in the kitchen. I guess I'll keep her around so she can give it to me--and put peanutbutter in it.

Oh yeah--those cats are enjoying what they got in the mail, too. A nice big box and lots of packing paper.

something for everyone...

Cosmo

Talk about Entertainment...

Generally speaking, J is not a morning person.

She stumbles over and puts food in my bowl around 6 or 7 in the morning--5 if she hasn't gone to bed yet. She keeps irregular hours. (her words, I'm just repeating 'em)

It's because of this, in fact, that she started dropping a bit of kibble on the floor next to the dog food cabinet when she feeds me. She says it's so I get a little extra, but we all know the truth: She's a mess in the mornings and not much better at noon when she gets up for real and feeds me lunch.

I can't possibly be the only animal in the house who has noticed this or figured it out.

You'd think...

This morning the girl cat--I call her Irritant--decided she wanted something. Could've been water, might've been attention. Who knows? She went to the hallway and started yowling. You'd think the kid would have heard her...

J hadn't been asleep for more than an hour, if that. When she finally figured out what the noise was, she called out, "Shut! Up!" in a mean voice.

Yeah, that's gonna work.

The cat was quiet just long enough for J to settle down again. Soon as she rolled over, the cat started carrying on. She yelled again, but of course, nothing happened.

J decided to go after her with the spray bottle. The little beast ran for the kitchen. I have no idea why.

J must've thought the creature wanted fresh water. You know how picky cats can be. The cat was quiet while J dumped the water in the sink, washed the bowl, and then filled it up again. She was just tired enough to be desperate, I think.

As soon as she put the bowl down, the stupid cat started up again.

I say stupid because there was no other word for it. Irritant was standing right in front of J and has lived with the woman for 3 years. She should've known better. They say cats are smart...

J turned the sink back on and grabbed a measuring cup that was on the counter. As soon as the cat started up again, J ran that cup under the water and then dumped it right on the Irritant's upturned little fuzzy face.

The cat was so shocked it didn't even move for five or ten seconds. Suddenly, the thing let out a choking, screeching kind of sound and jumped straight up and then shot out of the room.

It was hysterical. Even the other cat was laughing.

Eventually, J started feeling guilty. She got a couple of paper towels and called the idiotic animal. It came, can you believe it? Squelching and dripping all the way.

I laughed myself silly. The male cat and I (I call him Menace) have been in perfect accord all day--cracking up whenever we look at each other. We haven't heard much from the Irritant today. Oddly enough, it's staying away from the kitchen.


Cosmo

My Turn

J does all the shopping on the machine here. She'd starve if it wasn't for the invention of the computer. We'd all starve. (cats get stuck in my teeth--and those claws really sting going down)

When she orders groceries, she gets me dog food. I like it. No complaints.

But I'd like more. Who wouldn't?

Well, it was my turn on the machine today. I got the card.

Yep. Petco.

I dithered a bit. Looked at Petsmart and a few other sites--you can't live with an author and not know about how to Google. Besides, that's what we're working on in our "classes" right now.

I say we. You've got to know I try to sleep through that stuff, but both guys J works with are trying to find out how to find stuff online. It's not like I can avoid learning how. ...Especially when they repeat it over and over.

Even without thumbs, if you want to find something on the machine, I'm your dog.

Let's not talk about the no-thumbs thing, though. That just gets me all bitter.

So, back to the good stuff. I ordered an extra large peanut filled knuckle. Anything with a five inch knuckle has got to be extra large...I don't want to meet whatever type of creature that is. I also got a 5 or 6 inch plain bone--so J can put stuff in it. I like my own peanutbutter, you understand. I also got some baked blueberry and almond yogurt treats. What can I say? the kid's health kick got to me, too. Don't worry--the little monsters got some catnip. Like they need an excuse to carry on and annoy me.

I'll let you know when it gets here.

For now, I think I'll go and have a nap. Shopping online is more tiring than I thought. And J doesn't share her coffee.

Cosmo

Hair Issues

I know we've covered the part where J can't see. It's inconvenient but it keeps me employed. So we deal with it.

The thing is, she worries about how she looks.

I understand her worrying about being pudgy. She doesn't have fur like I do, so she needs clothes. The clothes she has cover her fine. If she gets bigger, they won't. That could be a problem.

Frizzy hair, however, I do not understand.

I may have frizzy hair. I don't know. Either way, my hair does what it needs to do, so I don't care. Well, I shed. You know that. Sometimes it itches or I get hot...most of the time, it's not my problem. If I leave hair on your couch...well...you know I'm a dog. I shed. End of discussion.

Apparently, frizzy hair is much worse than shedding. In fact, J irons her hair.


...


Yeah.

She takes something really hot and drags it through her hair until it's all straight. Or at least until she thinks it's all straight. I can't get over that.

At first, I thought she was going to drag out that huge metal thing that scares the cats. She does that when she irons her pants. But no, there seems to be a special thing to use for ironing hair. It's small and the cats leave it alone.

She doesn't really look any different to me whatever happens to her hair. (I guess if she messed it up a lot, I might noticce) She smells pretty much the same. She still feeds me.

But still. She irons her hair.

I'm so glad I'm a dog. Being a person is far too complicated.

Cosmo

Exercise?

I told you J thinks she's getting pudgy, right?

And the kid's worried about eating healthy. She works where they sell lots of pound cake apparently. I imagine she sees a lot of wide people. Wide, jittery people. There's lots of strong coffee there.

She (the kid) brings home some of this pound cake sometimes. Maybe that's why J thinks she's putting on the size.

Anyway, J and the kid talked about all kinds of exercise machines and such. Looked, planned, read reviews out loud. I'm very well informed about all that now.

Finally, though, J decided that the only thing they could really afford to buy was some kind of big rubber band (that's what she called it) The kid knew someone who was using one and they both decided that wasn't for them.

So ended up saying she could do sit-ups for free.

This is where my fun comes in.

Sure, she can do sit ups for free. It's up to me and the cats to make her pay for it. *snicker*

About the time she goes down for the third or fourth time, I like to stand over her and lick her face. The high pitched squeal always attracts those cats. They can be useful. Before you know it, we have a free for all.

It's what I consider my contribution to her physical health. It starts out low impact and ends up being a brisk cardiovascular work out. Very healthy.

A helpful dog is much less expensive than an elliptical trainer.

Told you I was paying attention.

Cosmo

The Elephant

J ordered an elephant. The kid thought it would be "cool"--or something like that. The cats didn't care. Neither did I, really.

At first.

Later J said the idea was for my leash to sit on the elephant in between walks. (she did confess that it was meant to be a plant stand) Still, it's my leash and I care about it. Hey, without it, I'm stuck inside.

She even went so far as to remove her shoes, my harness, and all the stuff that had collected downstairs by the door.

And then we waited.

When it finally came, the box was really big. It had to be to hold all the white, squishy things. (those are not peanuts--I don't care what anyone says)

Long story short: The cat tried to sit on the elephant and fell off. When J put it downstairs, it was too small for my leash and the kid brought it back up. She says she didn't see it--it's too small.

J thinks we need another elephant. The kid tells her to check the measurements--on everything. I thought elephants were big.

Guess not.

Cosmo

A Whole New World

Well.

We went to the Neurology Center yesterday. We met the new student and a whole bunch of other people.

Of course everyone loved me.

I'm fuzzy, friendly, I don't growl or bark...what's not to love?

I left plenty of hair behind. I'm a lab. We shed. It's not my fault.

I pretty much slept through the part where J was doing her thing. I heard words like "Eye Tee" and "memory" and "Geek Squad". That was followed by a long time on the phone and then some time hanging out and talking to more new people.

That translates into something didn't work right. I'm beginning to think that's an important part of computers.

Anyhow, we're not sure we're going back Friday because things have to be fixed.

Today, we went over to Jimmy's and let the cable guy in. That meant I got to eat Jimmy's peanuts while we waited. I'm good with that.

I wonder what tomorrow will bring?

Cosmo

Out Loud

A lot of you know that J doesn't see. Okay, once in a now and then, she gets some input, but not enough to make a real difference. She uses a voice on her computer.

sometimes it's some snooty sounding woman. She calls that Narrator. Not as good, really. And annoying. She stutters.

and then there's Daniel. Daniel is her JAWS reader and he's British. Lately, when J reads stuff, she's been taking out the head phone thing and letting me hear it.

It's nice to be included. Being a guide dog to someone who doesn't go anywhere most of the time can be pretty boring. (except for the peanutbutter)

starting next week, we get another student and will be going to some kind of Neuro place. (I'll let you guys know more about it after we get back. I do know she's going to be wearing dresses. Should be good for a snicker. The weather is all over the place. --Pretty windy around here)

For tonight, I guess I'll kick back and see what Daniel's got to read.

Cosmo

Clean Snow

Clean and snow go together here.

Sorta.

J cleans when it's supposed to snow. In a way.

She's a terrible house cleaner. She knows it. I know it. The kid knows it. Even the cats know it. She doesn't try to deny it. Nobody complains.

After all, she pays the bills, right?

But when it's supposed to snow--sometimes, she gets all crazy and cleans. I could care less, of course. I want my walk, my food, my peanutbutter--all of which are sometimes impacted by both the cleaning and the snow. We must all make concessions, I'm told.

I'm not sure if I believe that, although it's not like I have much choice. I'm the dog, after all. So, I get up when she comes my way with the floor cleaner.

It's my contribution. Oh, and I try not to get peanutbutter on the rug.

Hey, I give when I can.

So the groundhog apparently saw it's shadow, by the way. Too bad I didn't see him. I was hungry.

Cosmo

The Doctor

I said something yesterday about going to see the doctor. He's a nice guy. He's the only doctor we see most times and I like him a lot more than my vet.

Well, I did like him more than the vet. 'Til he started poking and prodding me.

This guy is something else. He calls J by a different name. He's really casual, and he says everything that goes on in our life impacts our health (mostly hers) and he wants to know about it. He sounds nosey, I know, but he tells us stuff, too. He talks about when he met his wife, his favorite wine, friends he wants to fix her up with, all kinds of stuff. So he's a nice guy--in general.

And then he started poking and prodding me.

I'm a Yellow Lab. We're prone to fat tumors. That's what the vet said. Then he said that the one on my side was nothing to worry about unless it got bigger. Later he said it was too big to do anything about. *sigh* That's why J's doctor was poking me.

He likes me. He tells me that every time I come in there. He's got some cats that he calls pussies and says he'll bring 'em in so I can chase 'em around for the entertainment value. He hasn't yet, but a dog can dream.

Because he likes me, he was upset about the huge, cat-sized lump on my side. J's been pretty upset about it. I don't love it, myself. It's heavy and it gets in the way.

Ultimately, he couldn't do any more than J could. (which is grumble about the Vet and fret about what it may or may not be doing to me)

Long story short, nothing changed and we go back in June or July. We could've done all this over the phone. Oh, well. It would've been worse if he had done something, right? and I got a treat out of the deal.

All's well that ends well, right?

Cosmo

Word of the Day

Bemoan. Regret and complain. Bemoan.

J (and Daniel--the voice) read it to me off of Google. That's where she gets most of her news. Unfortunately, the word of the day is on the top left of the page, so her screen reader usually spits it out before she starts tabbing around. By the time she gets to her email, she almost never goes past "oddly enough" to get to the real news. People always give her a hard time about that.

Back to Bemoan. I expect that's something I'll be doing a lot of today. We're going out. To do that, we'll take a cab. That works better for us because when folks say they'll give us a ride, they ALWAYS change their mind when it's time for a real trip. That's why we won't be seeing Aim and Paige. We're both Bemoaning that a lot. Anyhow, cabs are usually dirty, with gum on the floor and so, while they're convenient, they're icky and expensive.

I think I have this Bemoan thing down to a science.

I'll be back soon to Bemoan some more. I kinda like it.

Cosmo

Rice Cakes

As you know, I'm a dog.

Dogs, as a rule, will eat almost anything.

Almost.

Personally, I don't like rice cakes. I realize that that statement implies that I've been offered and have tried to eat a rice cake at some point. Which I have. *shudder*

Rice cakes would be okay if they were made of cooked rice, with egg or kibble or something with flavor mixed in. J eats them toasted with lowfat peanutbutter, honey, and wheat germ. I think she should just get a spoon, mix the honey with the peanutbutter, and have at it.

But I'm a dog. I don't need the spoon...or the honey. I'm not wild about the low fat part of the peanutbutter. I'll eat it anyway, though. In fact, she just shoved the last bite of her rice cake into my sterile bone. I don't think this counts as giving me scraps because I'm in no way tempted to scour the ground for rice cakes. I'll eat it, though, since it's covered in peanutbutter.

Gotta try to enjoy the little things. Even if they're sitting on a rice cake. *sigh*

Cosmo

Lowfat Peanutbutter

Is a bad idea.

That's not to say I won't eat it. I'm a dog, after all.

Still, I like fat in my peanutbutter. (as a dog, I don't care if it's one word or two)

I'm not sure which of the two people I live with is on a health kick. I think it's the kid, but J's started eating more fruit--not something she usually likes--and slightly less cheese.

Since cheese is her all-time favorite thing, especially melted on those crappy cardboard crackers, I've noticed that she's eating a little less. She says she's feeling pudgy.

Dogs don't have that problem.

Male or female, we don't care what we weigh. We just want more food. We know there will be a time when we won't get as much as last time. I've known female dogs with female owners who get all tore down about what they weigh and if she hears anyone say she's too big...

(Aim, that's you)

Anyway, I'll eat the lowfat peanutbutter, but I can't wait until she's over this. I don't care if it's Skippy super-chunk (they had a coupon) or store brand. Just give me my fat back. IT tastes better.

Cosmo

Indignity

Indignity. You might think that's too big a word for a dog. But I'm an educated dog.

I learned indignity at four and a half months old--neutered early.

These days, J's cats cause me the most trouble. (She calls them mine. Yeah)

Yesterday, That nut-job feline had a toy--I think it was a piece of rabbit hair glued to a tiny maraca of some kind. It doesn't take much for that animal to act insane. Anyway, he was jumping after it like it was a live mouse dusted with cat nip. By the way, this is not a small cat. He's not as big as the other one, but he's easily eleven pounds. So when his claw caught me on the way down from a wild leap, his momentum made it noteworthy.

Of course I made my feelings known. I don't usually bark or growl, so when I do, I make it count. The cat hid out for the rest of the day. Today, however, he's trying to make up. That's where the indignity comes in. The fuzzy little monster won't leave me alone, licking, purring, snuggling. *shudder* I may have to actually bite him before this is all over.

J thinks it's just so funny. See if I don't walk her into a potted plant the next time we go to the mall.


Cosmo