Hola, world. We’re up, and so far it’s been a relatively smooth morning. Podrick let me sleep, only coming up to the bed around 7am. I pulled the weighted blanket up to my chin to protect my neck from his front paws and dozed as he sucked my thumb. While I took a pic of…
Oh, look. It’s Tuesday. It’s been a trying morning. Podrick is triggering Shawshank. The meatball is all gas, no brakes. He’s been wired since around 5am, determined to get into the closets and tear things off the bedroom wall. Shawshank locked him out of the bedroom. Sometime before 7am, he jumped off the shelf over…
Good morning, world. It’s a bright and shiny new day. I couldn’t tell you what time it happened, but Podrick came into the bedroom to demand my attention. He really wanted to suck on my hand, but I knew Shawshank would wake up and be pissed. Instead, I let Pod lay across my chest, front…