So I know I haven’t been writing much lately, but I’ve had other things on my mind.
Rumpy has a crush on a pit bull that lives one block down. He wants to walk down that street every morning. During our evening walk he heads down the street past the pit bull’s home, then doubles back to pass it again. Yeah, it’s that bad. Pit bull stands at the door barking and wagging his tail like mad, while Rumpy pretends to not be interested but leaves pee-mails like crazy.
Yours truly has been sporting a shiner, courtesy of none other than the evil one himself, June Buggie. Friday night/Saturday morning Buggie decided he wanted to sleep on my head. I pushed him away. He came back yet again and when I tried to remove him the third time he swatting me with both front paws. The next morning I work up with a black, swollen eye.
June Buggie is oblivious to having caused me injury. He is so ornery these days. I know it’s because of the hyperthyroidism, but still, does he always have to be in my face with something?
Ah, life is never a dull moment, is it?