I don’t even know about the broken lamp! OK, I did know about the broken lamp, but I didn’t knock it over! At least I don’t recall knocking it over, I was running too fast to remember. But if I did knock it over, it’s your fault for putting in my way! And besides, it was an ugly lamp anyway, so what’s the big deal?
I believe him, John B.
Um…I think puppies are dry-clean only.
Allein you crack me up. 🙂
My mom sent me a picture of Stripes in the laundry bag (one of those mesh bags that sits in a plastic laundry-sorter frame) yesterday. She asked if she should put him in the washing machine and I told her the same thing.
(Puppies may not actually be dry-clean only, but they are hand-wash, at least.)
(I guess it’s just the perspective, but he looks like a little kitten in there.)
Hand-wash only, for sure. And yes, Stripes looks like a darling little kitty. xxx to Stripes!
Ricky is holding on. He sleeps most of the day, eats about a tablespoon of food once a day, and hobbles out of his bed to drink, eat, pee and poop. It’s an elemental existence, but not so different from our own, I think—except that hoomins seldom get enough sleep.
Awww. As long as he is not in pain he’s fine. I’ve always hoped mine would die at home. Sadly, No such luck. Hopefully Ricky will. ?
I was wondering how Ricky was doing. Seems he’s doing the normal things, except not eating much. I often wonder if animals know or sense what’s happening to them healthwise.
With that cute puppy face, I doubt it was in timeout for long.
Your description makes it seem like your wish that he will die peacefully at home with you might really come true.
Oh, I hope that’s the case. That’s what I wanted for my poor old cat Daisy, but I was moving house in two days and couldn’t put her through the upheaval.
I was very grateful that my old kitty Daisy died at home; I could see what was happening and fortunately, it was so a Saturday so I was home with her.
Not guilty by reason of inanity.
Ha!
Look at that face! I could not punish him for long, would be compelled to pick him up and give him whatever is his favorite treat. *siggghh* Maybe that’s why my cat is so spoiled.