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…
Hey, you. You’re finally awake. Good morning. I’m up and in the cart on the couch. I didn’t feel Shawshank get out of bed or kiss me goodbye when he left for work- a feat we haven’t seen in this place for a year now, at the least. I have the house to myself for…