Sulky Boy is mad I trimmed his nails.
Tag: puppy
Things we don’t deserve: Mark Hamill and his dog
This is like the third night in a row where I’ve thought I could hear my neighbor snoring through the walls only to realize it was my dog quietly snoring next to me.
Adorable and paranoia inducing.
Couldn’t breathe. Totally worth it.
Arthur and I were playing fetch. I was on the bed while Nebula was laying on the chair. Typically, if Arthur brings me his tennis ball and I don’t throw it, he pitches a fit until I do.
I guess he decided to let the kitty have a turn throwing it, so he put it on the chair next to her. But being a kitty, she can’t exactly throw a tennis ball. And because she doesn’t understand fetch anyway, she thought that he gave her the tennis ball and kept it.
The ensuing tantrum was MONUMENTAL. And every time he tried to take the tennis ball back, Nebula would smack him across the face to keep him from taking it.
“He gave it to me! It’s MINE now.”
The face of a kitty who regrets absolutely nothing.
He kept crying and hollering about it though, so eventually I had to take it from her. She let me have it with a look of utter feline resignation.
We got rained on. Arthur wasn’t nearly as amused by it as I was.
The jump ring holding Arthur’s rabies tags to his collar came loose and his tags fell off so I had to take his collar off and fix it.
He was very anxious while his collar was in surgery.
I made Arthur an Adoption Day cake. It’s got peanut butter and carrots with peanut butter as frosting. He was already excited when pulled it out of the oven and he’s getting impatient waiting for it to cool completely.
Happy 4th Adoption Day my sweet baby boy!
It has been four years to the day since I brought Arthur home from the shelter. I won’t say those four years have been all bliss, but he has been the biggest and brightest of 3 wonderful lights in the darkness of those times.
I love you so much!
When he’s so cute and sweet that you just don’t care that he’s crushing your pancreas.
The Paradox Machine 