
The Girl and I went for a run one evening and picked up Bossman from work on our way home. Here’s a photo of me taken with The Girl’s phone.

The Girl and I went for a run one evening and picked up Bossman from work on our way home. Here’s a photo of me taken with The Girl’s phone.

Shh…sleeping.

Trust me, this IS comfturbles.


The Girl was home sick today and caught me in one of my favorite napping spots. I looooove sleeping in the closet and being in the laundry basket is EVEN BETTER. It’s a good thing Bossman wasn’t home. I would have TOTALLY gotten a kickin’.

Oh how I long for the sunny patio that I left behind in Irvine. Now I have to sit at the window and stare at the guy across that way that STILL doesn’t have furniture.

These drinking fountains rule. They certainly come in handy when you’re in the middle of marking every blade of grass and tree trunk in sight. Keep your food foot on that pedal, Girl!

One of the best things about living in Irvine was the thrill of finding a fuwwy wabbit in the bushes every morning. The last time I got locked out of the house, I went on a wabbit wampage down the street. It was awesome. Too bad The Girl realized I was missing and came by to pick me up.

The Girl bought me a squeaky ball with feet and a tail. The best part of it is that I don’t have to worry about it rolling under the couch and out of my reach. I think I will call him Spike.

It’s a beautiful day for daydreamin’….and watchin’ the fatties in the pool down below. Blegh.

The Stupid Girl tricked Stupid Me into thinking I was going on an extra walk today. Instead, we ended up at the stupid bathhouse and I got a stupid bath. *sigh* I may look happy but that’s just what I look like when I’m trying not to crap myself in the tub. Stupid Girl…stupid bath…