Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Topsy Turvy Days
We went to Pennsylvania this weekend and saw Diane and Ed and Penny. We had a lot of fun. The ride up and back is more cramped than it used to be. I had to share the back seat with Anton. He's so small, I don't know why he needs to use up 2/5ths of the space. I prefer to stretch out in the middle. Penny and I had a great time, though there were some disagreements on pecking order. For instance, Anton is my person, but the house is Penny's, and people pay as much attention to babies as they do dogs or at least they do now that he holds his head up and rolls over and stuff like that. Obviously, if you're going to fuss With the baby, you should fuss with the dogs too. So, in Penny's house who gets first dibs if people are paying attention to the baby and not us?
Yesterday, everyone went "back to work." Anton must go to "work" as well, but I don't know what he does there. I had the house to myself, which is cool, and not. Then, this morning, Joe and Anton went to work, but Katie stayed home. What's up with that? She went to bed, and I went to bed, and we're both minding our own business. I vaguely recall we used to do things like this occassionally, at least when everyone went back to work, but this is weird.
Last night I was feeling out of sorts about the whole thing, or maybe it was the cooking on the stove top. At least the fire alarm didn't go off. I decided to go sit under the little coffee table. Katie said something about Penny having a crate, and how most people have a rule you don't bother the dog in the crate, and maybe I need my own space where I don't get bothered. I like to go under the dining room table, but some times Joe follows me there. Which is cool and all, because I like the attention, but sometimes I'm sleeping. I had a crate once before. They'd lock me in it when they went out of the house when I first lived here. I don't know if I want a crate again. Under the kitchen table would be nice. But, Katie and Joe said something about that might be to much space. I suspect, like all things, this has to do with Anton. I think they want to give me the space under the coffee table. Katie put one of my blankets under the coffee table, and pretty much used up all the space so you hardly fit. Joe folded up the blanket, nice and neat and moved the magazine rack so I fit better. I thought he was going to take the blanket away altogether so I tried to stand on it. But, he folded it up and stuck it under the table. So, I went under the table and squished it around until I was happy with it and hung out there for a while.
We went to Pennsylvania this weekend and saw Diane and Ed and Penny. We had a lot of fun. The ride up and back is more cramped than it used to be. I had to share the back seat with Anton. He's so small, I don't know why he needs to use up 2/5ths of the space. I prefer to stretch out in the middle. Penny and I had a great time, though there were some disagreements on pecking order. For instance, Anton is my person, but the house is Penny's, and people pay as much attention to babies as they do dogs or at least they do now that he holds his head up and rolls over and stuff like that. Obviously, if you're going to fuss With the baby, you should fuss with the dogs too. So, in Penny's house who gets first dibs if people are paying attention to the baby and not us?
Yesterday, everyone went "back to work." Anton must go to "work" as well, but I don't know what he does there. I had the house to myself, which is cool, and not. Then, this morning, Joe and Anton went to work, but Katie stayed home. What's up with that? She went to bed, and I went to bed, and we're both minding our own business. I vaguely recall we used to do things like this occassionally, at least when everyone went back to work, but this is weird.
Last night I was feeling out of sorts about the whole thing, or maybe it was the cooking on the stove top. At least the fire alarm didn't go off. I decided to go sit under the little coffee table. Katie said something about Penny having a crate, and how most people have a rule you don't bother the dog in the crate, and maybe I need my own space where I don't get bothered. I like to go under the dining room table, but some times Joe follows me there. Which is cool and all, because I like the attention, but sometimes I'm sleeping. I had a crate once before. They'd lock me in it when they went out of the house when I first lived here. I don't know if I want a crate again. Under the kitchen table would be nice. But, Katie and Joe said something about that might be to much space. I suspect, like all things, this has to do with Anton. I think they want to give me the space under the coffee table. Katie put one of my blankets under the coffee table, and pretty much used up all the space so you hardly fit. Joe folded up the blanket, nice and neat and moved the magazine rack so I fit better. I thought he was going to take the blanket away altogether so I tried to stand on it. But, he folded it up and stuck it under the table. So, I went under the table and squished it around until I was happy with it and hung out there for a while.
