Silly Saturday is going to be dedicated to my pets. Since my son, S, was born three years ago my pets were my babies. Now they have taken a back burner in life. I will discuss all of the funny, gross, weird, etc. things that have happened in the last week with the pets. Right now I only have three pets, 2 dogs, PJ and Derby and one fat cat, Neezer.
I cannot believe I totally spaced on doing this post. I was so excited to get a bunch of other posts done, I forgot to do my regular post and I had good stuff this week.
Derby-While I know you are not a fan of S’s if you learn to sit next to him in the truck you will get to ride around with him all the time. What is the difference between the toy truck and the car with the window down and your face sticking out? Oh by the way if you want to swim in our little pool you can’t stand up in it. This week when I brought you in the pool, when you asked, you swam around like a good dog, but then let your butt sink and realized you could stand on your hind legs and touch. Your nails will put holes in the bottom of the pool. If you want to cool off you have to swim, no standing allowed.
Don’t jump Derby! Run, PJ, Run!
PJ-“It’s my turn to ride!” Derby-“You’re to big and I am just right.”
PJ-I love the fact that you just run around with S when he is driving his truck or race car all over the yard. Walks are not even necessary because you get such a workout chasing him. Keep up the good work, at least one of us is getting exercise.
Neezer-What is the deal with all the late night talking? You just walk around the house meowing at the top of your lungs. If you wake S up I am going to be so mad. Who can say, “My cat was walking around talking and woke up my son.” Not many people and I would like to not become one of those people. I have a feeling that you meow so much at night because that is the only time you can talk and not get attacked by a kid or dog because they are all sleeping. Am I right?