Nobody's getting fat except...

Squish got Spike's dinner again!

I stood over Spike till he started eating it, went to wash my hands and he shot straight back to the bedroom door. (Which was shut but Spike is nothing if not optimistic.) Fatty McSpotted-Dog was in there like a vole up a Jeffries tube. Lil' bugger.

Ah well, at least he ain't limping.

Nobody's getting fat except...

Squish got Spike's dinner again!

I stood over Spike till he started eating it, went to wash my hands and he shot straight back to the bedroom door. (Which was shut but Spike is nothing if not optimistic.) Fatty McSpotted-Dog was in there like a vole up a Jeffries tube. Lil' bugger.

Ah well, at least he ain't limping.

Man, it was hard not to laugh out loud

Spike has begun to initiate playfights with Cassie when she's sprawled on her back. He's rather tentative about it; he's not yet certain of his ability to read her accurately and he has scars on his nose. She actually quite enjoys it when she's in the mood - nosepoke, batbat, nosepoke, wag, batbat, tail-lashing, nosepoke.

Squish and Cassie continue to have fun with the competitive flyhunting.

And Cassie has taken to joining me for baths. I was a bit surprised while washing my hair today to suddenly feel a warm furry thing leaning on my shoulder. Neither of the dogs will come near the bath when there's water running, even though I haven't bathed them in over two years now. I really thought Cassie was going to jump in. Toes under water are apparently the most fascinating thing she's ever seen.

...in other news, it's still hot, I still feel like shit on a stick, and I'm alternately watching Babylon 5 and trying to store up some extra sleep to carry me through Blogathon on Saturday/Sunday.

Watched Deathstalker this morning, and found myself musing on the fantasy/sci-fi McGuffin of McGuffins, the old immortality elixir. I'm always a bit bemused at people wanting it so much, myself. I mean, an eternity of boredom and stagnation never seemed like a good bargain to me. Talk about the long, dark teatime of the soul - but it also occurred to me that I'd probably lie, cheat, steal and do harm to obtain the anti-aging drug, not for myself but for my pets. I think I'd happily trade my soul to give the Monochrome Mob eighty-year lifespans.

"Immortality is only for the dogs; I wonder how they can stand it?

*snerk*

Man, it was hard not to laugh out loud

Spike has begun to initiate playfights with Cassie when she's sprawled on her back. He's rather tentative about it; he's not yet certain of his ability to read her accurately and he has scars on his nose. She actually quite enjoys it when she's in the mood - nosepoke, batbat, nosepoke, wag, batbat, tail-lashing, nosepoke.

Squish and Cassie continue to have fun with the competitive flyhunting.

And Cassie has taken to joining me for baths. I was a bit surprised while washing my hair today to suddenly feel a warm furry thing leaning on my shoulder. Neither of the dogs will come near the bath when there's water running, even though I haven't bathed them in over two years now. I really thought Cassie was going to jump in. Toes under water are apparently the most fascinating thing she's ever seen.

...in other news, it's still hot, I still feel like shit on a stick, and I'm alternately watching Babylon 5 and trying to store up some extra sleep to carry me through Blogathon on Saturday/Sunday.

Watched Deathstalker this morning, and found myself musing on the fantasy/sci-fi McGuffin of McGuffins, the old immortality elixir. I'm always a bit bemused at people wanting it so much, myself. I mean, an eternity of boredom and stagnation never seemed like a good bargain to me. Talk about the long, dark teatime of the soul - but it also occurred to me that I'd probably lie, cheat, steal and do harm to obtain the anti-aging drug, not for myself but for my pets. I think I'd happily trade my soul to give the Monochrome Mob eighty-year lifespans.

"Immortality is only for the dogs; I wonder how they can stand it?

*snerk*