MY Footrest

 So, dad and I are always fighting over space on MY footrest. Oh sure, the chair may be his, but the part where his stinky feet are supposed to go is mine. Where will his feet go? Don't much care. Will he be comfortable dangling his feet over the sides to make room for Yours Truly? Again, don't much care.

This one particular night, dad was, I don't know, eating dinner, reading, doing something or other that really annoyed me. I wanted the footrest, and even though there was plenty of room for me, I wasn't in the mood for sharing. So I sat on the coffee table in front of him and gave him my best stink eye. 

Unfortunately, I can't tell you how long this standoff lasted or what the outcome was because one of us has a shitty memory and the other is a cat. My point is- wait, what's our point, dad? 

A Brief Scare and a Snooze

Hey all. What's up? Dad decided to get his butt moving and help me put up a new post. Sometimes it's like pulling teeth, I swear. Anyway, he and mom finally got to take some time off starting with today, and they're just gonna keep things close. You see, I gave them a scare a few days ago. I all of a sudden wasn't interested in food or water, and didn't seem to be myself. Mom took me to the V.E.T. to see what was up, and after bloodwork, tests, fluids, x-rays, and more tests, it was determined that, other than something about my ol' ticker and a slight wheeze, there wasn't really much wrong with me. I'm sort of back to myself now, but I freaked them out. Mom and dad are thinking I may have gotten a lick of my monthly flea stuff they usually put way up high on my neck where I'm not supposed to be able to reach it, or maybe I got a taste of something I shouldn't have on a plastic bag I seem to have a thing for when they weren't looking. Who knows. I'm a little more me now, so I guess that's a good thing. 

As you can see, they used a stupid boy-colored wrap when they were done with me, and I took a much-needed snooze after this ordeal.
When dad got back from his week of pooch-sitting, the three of us were exhausted, so after unpacking dad's stuff, we decided to take a nap together. I had a hard time trying to whittle down the pictures I wanted to post, so dad just dumped them all in here. Enjoy!

Dad here- Smudge's mom and I thought it was cute how she slept touching both of us, her back against her mom and her feet on me.

Hi

 Hey all. So things've been a bit busy lately. I'll spare you the boring details, but it's been a stressful, somewhat disappointing week or so. Meanwhile, dad was pooch-sitting again all week as the bosses were away, and on this particular day, the two old guys finally had a decent warm day when the winds weren't blowing a bazillion miles per hour to take another walk up to Bowman's Hill Tower. Afterwards, they basked in the warmth of the sun, one taking the picture, the other out cold from his walk.

Anyhoo, since my interest in any of the above is nonexistent and this is MY blog, I'll show you how much I care about this stuff by sharing my typical reaction whenever mom or dad tries to talk to me.

 Yep, even if I'm initially looking in their general direction, once they start talking to me, I simply turn to the side and ignore them like they're not there. Works wonders.