So tomorrow we're hosting Friendsgiving (get vacuuming, kids!) and then Ezra's birthday party is on Sunday and I'm all asdlkafjedonfvoenkfv right now so let's just post some pet photos and call it a day. Or half a day. Or half-an-ass day. Whatever.
I was all ready to take Mr. Bo Bear here for another professional groom and haircut, then realized that selfishly, I really need him to stay as fluffy as freaking possible right now. (I mean, look at that ridiculous face. Don't you feel better already?) So I gave him a bath at home, trimmed up his nails and all the fur around his snout, eyes and paws that seemed to be bothering him.
This is at least slightly blog-notable because after we adopted him, he was very defensive about his mouth and paws. I once tried brushing/trimming a small tangle on his snout and he snapped at me (then immediately felt TERRIBLE and curled up on my lap crying and wagging his tail, all DON'T SEND ME AWAY I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M LIKE THIS), and I've never tried again since. Same with holding his paws or otherwise restraining him long enough to trim his nails.
This time he not only allowed it, he seemed to genuinely enjoy it all, sprawled out on his back and gazing at me with those big adoring eyes until I started crying because my dog lets me trim his fur and toenails now.
(Sorry. On a GIF kick right now. It'll probably pass.)
Rey officially has a screen obsession that rivals my children's. I started showing her those "videos for cats" on YouTube a couple weeks ago and she's OBSESSED with them. (I have one playing in a different browser tab right now and she losing her simple mind as we speak.) But now she thinks that my laptop and phone are full of birds and squirrels that are bound to burst out and escape any second now. She just needs to STARE HARD ENOUGH.
It's pretty cute (other than the occasional sneak attack where she thwacks my phone out of my hand), because now any time I'm working she wants to be on my lap purring happily, entranced by whatever is on the screen. She's a big fan of Jezebel and Candy Crush, in particular.
(Hey. I average four to five writing deadlines a day. Work breaks are important!)
Then she learned that her paws can move the touchscreens around and randomly likes to reach out and fuck with shit if she isn't interested in what's on the screen. This morning she tapped on a banner ad for Northwestern University and had me halfway applied to grad school before I could get her to stop.
Oh yeah, cat? Well Imma post a photo of you getting owned by a dog while stuck in a puzzle box, about to get yo head shoved in some shoes. We're even.
(oH MY GOD rEY JUST LUNGED AT THE SCREEN AND STEPPED ON THE caps lock KEY AND ALMOST HIT THE PUBLISH BUTTON ABORT ABORT okay bye)