Jadugara wrote:
I'm so glad Sparky turned up in your life, though...
Ya know, I'd forgotten what a bundle of energy these little critters are.
25 pounds and apparently running on Benzedrine 24/7.
The first night, we'd let him sleep on the bed. I woke up several time during the night and he was still totally zonked out on my shoulder. However. the next morning when I got up, he had disappeared. I found him in the living room with every loose piece of clothing or towel he could find. In a pile, with him on top. Happily gnawing on the squirrel plush toy Boofers had.
Oddly enough, he's decided he doesn't really belong in the kitchen. (His idea, not mine.) So he's sitting in the living room watching us fix dinner for him and Mickey (The other old dog) and Little Bit, one of our cats, decides to help with the preparations. Sparky barks at him, runs into the kitchen, grabs him by the fur on his side and drags him sideways into the living room. "You're not allowed in there either."
Sometimes I'm reminded of that TV show Dinosaurs "I'm the baby, Got'ta love me."
Uncle.