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Cats and Dogs

We’re starting this week’s festivities early.

I was entrusted with a bit of dog sitting this week. Meet Jack and Dinky.

Dog Sitting

Jack is the fatty on the left and Dinky is the skinny one on the right. My sister adopted Dinky from a pug rescue after his original owners abandoned him at the vet’s office. He had swallowed a fishing hook and required surgery. Once they were slapped with the check for the operation, they turned around and never came back. He is only three weeks or so out of surgery and has made himself at home with my sister and her family. Not a very pretty dog, but a sweet one.

Doug was not impressed with this story and appeared distressed the whole time the dogs were there.

Dog Sitting

You can see he looks quite concerned.

Pablo, the one who literally shits himself at the sight of a dog, didn’t care a whit.

Nap Time

Later I caught Doug sleeping in a totally sweet position and I had to catch a picture. Unfortunately it’s the white cat that sleeps on the orange chair. Figures.


10 thoughts on Cats and Dogs

  1. Jam, that rug is one of the only new pieces of furniture in my house (if you call a rug furniture). Everything else is used, baby.

  2. Jacqui — it sure is. I had to get it when E was still in a high chair and thought nothing of throwing food on the floor. I couldn’t have stained wall-to-wall carpets for fear of never getting a rental deposit back, and thus bought a rug.

    It never occurred to me that he would stop throwing crap on the floor one day. Eventually that day came and Pablo adopted the rug.

  3. Apartment, eh? I suppose people do rent those things. It seems slightly less silly than buying a room or three in an ugly building. I had thought perhaps that it was a bizarre custom in the Old North West to rent rugs and other floor coverings. People do strange shit.

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