I’ve been passing out early which means waking up early. This morning at 4 I was done sleeping but Butterfly Brain definitely was not. So I came back to the (nice warm) bedroom from the ivory throne to find him on the bed waiting rather impatiently for me to climb back in.
And there he wanted to stay, no wiggling please, for the next hour until he could no longer postpone his own need to water a tree.
That’s sweet – as long as he leaves a little room for you.
Seems he’s bonding with you now anyway. ;^)
Looks like TB is settling in fine. I’m glad that he is and that you have company. Being a hermit is one thing, but being totally alone is another.
I dunno about that name, Torso Boy. It sounds like a tabloid story that’s going to go into great, gruesome detail about where investigators eventually found the legs, the skull, the ears, the intestines. I can see the name Dahmer being mentioned in passing.
Care to rethink that moniker?
Cute dog, though, and I’m glad you and he are cozy together.
That’s because you were never an Al Yankovic fan, Claire. 🙂
Um, no. I wasn’t.
I hadda look that reference up, and now I have even worse images in my head. Thank you, Joel. Laddie would thank you, too, if he could, in even more enthusiastic terms than I.
http://www.com-www.com/weirdal/albuquerque.html
Yup. Albuquerque isn’t my favorite Weird Al song by a longshot, but it is the source of the name.