more doggy goodness (or badness)
So, I'm down here, eating lunch and reading LJ. There is the pitter patter of little paws over my head. Actually, it was more like "bounding." and over my head is bad, because it reminded me I didn't put the gate back up when I was done talking to Comcast about our busted DVR.
I run upstairs and Whiskey, the little stinker, was lying on her blankie WITH MY SOCK. She has some strange affinity for my little soft chenille footie socks. She knows she's not allowed into our room, but for some reason, she can't leave those socks alone!
I took it away and said no and waited till I was out of sight to start laughing. she is HI-larry-ous.
I run upstairs and Whiskey, the little stinker, was lying on her blankie WITH MY SOCK. She has some strange affinity for my little soft chenille footie socks. She knows she's not allowed into our room, but for some reason, she can't leave those socks alone!
I took it away and said no and waited till I was out of sight to start laughing. she is HI-larry-ous.