The boy who thought he was a dog.

The boy thinks he is a dog. It's gotten out of control. He thinks he can sleep in my bed, drink from the same puddles I drink from, lick spilled milk off the carpet like I do, play fetch as good as I do, get belly rubs the way that I do, and he follows me around panting and licking his lips all. day. long. Where I lay, he lays. Where I lick, he licks. It's really quite disturbing, just ask my Krista. I've started waking up and going straight downstairs to be closed in my Evan's office with him all day so I can avoid the Dog Boy, but there's only so much I can do! And in case you didn't believe me already with the pictures, take a look at this:

{Pant} I'm begging you, send help. The psychiatric kind. For him.
Okay, nap time. Time to dream about that chipmunk I caught yesterday...

Crossing the line

Thatcher, I'm sorry kid but you CROSS THE LINE. We all thought it was barf-tastic when you discovered my most private parts, but holding up my tail while I'm busy eating and attempting to poke a big black serving spoon up my bum? CROSSING. THE. LINE. Get a hobby, sheesh kid. And for the record I do NOT appreciate my Krista and Evan laughing their faces off at the sight of it either. That's not the kind of love and support I deserve after 4 years of loyalty and love. Nope. Not at all.

Ok, ok. This IS pretty cute. One of our more tender moments. But still...

Flashlight Tag

My new FAVORITE GAME! I hate to say it, but I think this monster boy may be coming in handy...

How to play:

• Monster boy picks up flashlight, brings to Mom or Dad
• Mom or Dad turn on said flashlight
• Mysterious and possibly dangerous circle of light appears and zips across the room. On the ceilings, on the floor, all over the walls... this light is WILD!
• I, the protector, chase the mysterious and possibly dangerous circle of light- jumping, pouncing, snapping at, and staring it down until the flashlight is off and I'm sure it will not come back on (usually 2-4 hours)
• Monster boy, and all watching, laugh hysterically
  

Great game, don't ya think?

Monkey Grass

So the previous owners of my new house had a mild obsession with monkey grass it seems. All the better for me, because I LOVE laying in that stuff! It's a half a degree Fahrenheit cooler in there than on the rest of the ground, so I nestle myself in a nice bunch of it and relax while I watch squirrels, chipmunks, birds and the monster boy run around the yard.

There are only a couple problems with this new hobby. PROBLEM NUMBER ONE. Mom doesn't seem to fond of the monkey grass looking like THIS when I'm done:

PROBLEM NUMBER TWO. Said Monster Boy. He thinks he's a dog sometimes, I swear! He'll invite himself in, sit on down and try to squirrel watch with me! I bet it looks pretty sweet when you're on the other side of the yard and see only our heads sticking out above the Monkey Grass, but from where I'm sitting it can be rather bothersome. And then he tries to play fetch with me. Too bad he can only DROP the ball, and not THROW it a blessed foot. Poor kid, he really tries.

Oh well. That's what I've been up to! More later. Back to napping.

My Little bud.

So this is what it's come to for me. A nana dog. It's not so bad, it has it's benefits- free dental, vision and audiology exams every 5 minutes!