What a dull week. Things are status quo, which is good, I suppose.
No visits to the ER, and my infected spider bite has healed. That’s after a week of antibiotics and Benadryl hidden in cheese or peanut butter, of course. So, yay me.
The cats are getting a little braver. They keep confronting me on the first floor, which I can only presume means that they want to play. It turns out, they do not want to play. There’s a lot of hissing and scratching because I keep body slamming them. It’s fun.
I bark pretty much any time I hear a noise, especially when it’s the mailman or a delivery person. Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do? Apparently not, because I’m always told to “Shhhh.” Oh well. Speaking of squashing my creative outbursts, they’ve started this thing where they shake a can when I’m being silly. (Kristin: Silly? Or bad? Bad.) The can has evil, awful things in it and it scares the bejeebus out of me. (Kristin: It has pennies and bells inside. It’s awesome. We use it sparingly so the novelty doesn’t wear off.)
I am a sleepy puppy. When I’m not being hyper and running around like a nut, I’m usually curled up snoring next to my human’s favorite chair in the whole wide world. It’s delightful.
I turn five months old on Sunday. I’m not holding my breath for a cake. But maybe a Milk-Bone? *paws crossed* Here’s an idea of how much I’m growing…
This was me in March.
This is me today.