Silly Saturday is dedicated to my pets. Since my son, S, was born four years ago my pets were my babies. Now they have taken a back burner in life. I will discuss all of the funny, gross, weird, etc. things that have happened in the last week with the pets. Right now I only have three pets, 2 dogs, PJ and Derby and one fat cat, Neezer.
Neezer-I don’t mind that you want to sleep above my head on the bed. You cannot bite my hands and arms when they get to close to you. When I am sleeping I have no idea if my hand has gotten too close to you.
Derby-What makes the floor just inside the garage door so appealing for you that you always sleep there? Do you sleep there so that if we come or go you will know? Do you hope to sneak into the garage and then the car with us? A little insight would be nice.
PJ-I think it is funny when I get ready for bed at night and double check to make sure you and Derby are in the house and not locked somewhere crazy by S. A few nights this past week I have not been able to find you and think just maybe you are hiding under the bed. I bend down and double check and what do you know you are completely under the bed sleeping. If you sleep under there like that why do you climb out after I go to bed and sleep on your dog bed with half your body under the bed and the other half on your bed?