Hello, world. It’s Monday, and we’re up and watching the morning news. Podrick is doing Podrick things, which mainly consist of a lot of “but I’m not doing anything” behaviors, like grabbing the back and sides of the couch. The bed was cozy this morning, unlike outside. I don’t think we’re expecting any accumulation for the day, which is nice.
We had a nice Sunday. Shawshank made brunch for us. My sad pancakes were better than expected. I’m not sure if I got lucky, but both were fully cooked inside- a big worry I have when the recipe turns out too “homestyle”. I played some more “Red Dead Redemption“.
“You’re scarily good at shooting them in the back while they’re running away,” Shawshank told me.
Podrick has moved on to playing fetch with Shawshank, who throws a plastic bottle cap for him. Pod hasn’t quite figured out that he needs to bring the cap all the way back to him, usually sitting juuuust out of reach. Aside from tormenting Pippin, this might be his favorite game. In an effort to train him to drop the cap a little closer, and knowing his predilection for depositing the caps in shoes, I put a steel kidney dish on the floor him to see if he’d bring the caps closer. He does, for the most part.
I expect this week to be a bust for camming, between the holiday and Shawshank‘s schedule. I’ll show up and log in, but I don’t have any real expectations. I put some curlers in my hair last night so I won’t look so low budget today, and I know the general location of a Christmas nighty if I want to be festive. Even though we bought them before December even started, our presents are stuck in customs, and so we expect to have a lame Christmas once again.
