As far as I can see, it’s going to be a problematic week at best, or at least that’s the way it is starting out.
First of all my therapist call yesterday and cancelled my appointment on Wednesday. Some vague excuse about being on vacation and the long holiday weekend. Right, so now I’m stuck for eleven days without having anyone to bark my problems to.
I was snooping around Mom’s desk this morning (teach her to put a cushy easy chair at the end of her desk) and found sticky notes about Titan’s yearly checkup, Titan’s shots, Titan’s grooming and Coco’s overnight visit. Okay, Coco’s visits are always fun, but the rest, I don’t think so. I tried to scrunch them up and push them into the trash can, but that didn’t work out so well. Do you have any clue how hard it is to get a sticky note off you paws? Nope, I’m definitely not in charge of this long holiday weekend.
I did get a fun new present from Dad last Friday. A bird feeder and seed, for outside the window in Mom’s office. I wonder how many times I will scare the seed right out of those birds by charging the window from that chair. The birds haven’t found the feeder yet. Seriously how dumb are they – a built in buffet hanging out in plain sight, and they are still pecking around the back yard for food.
Now that we are talking about food, I think it is time to talk about dangerous dog treats. The majority of pet parents Continue reading