|"Come on guys! Wet's go pway!"|
|Here's Buddy Boy with a few toys. He stole the blue toy out of Reggie's crate!|
|RoRo & Bingo.|
In the meantime:
On another day, I looked out the back door to see this:
|These 2 are best buddies.|
Isn't this a nice shot of my backyard? I looked out the kitchen window & thought, "Wow, they've got all the toys out there!" I didn't think they had that many toys . . .
WAIT a MINUTE! That's a pair of jeans!
And there's my shirt!
|Buddy LOVES my shoes. *sigh*|
He pulled all these thru the cat door! He hasn't limited his thievery to clothes. This:
|I had this on the side of the bathtub to do a clean. I couldn't find the brush. I said to myself, "Self, where's the brush?" On the dog bed, of course.|
One of the biggest challenges has been that Buddy is a marker. You know the kind; spritzing various corners of furniture with a leg lift. I thought I was being digilent & proficient at finding the odd puddle here & there. But no. The worst, WORST! was in my wall-to-wall carpeted bedroom. The smell. OMG the SMELL! I spent the night on the couch. So then I got a steam vac and cleaned. It smelled like oranges after that. With a gag-inducing undertone of dog urine. So I pulled up the carpet. It only took 4 hours. The padding was soaked, so I'm glad I didn't just keep trying to steam vac it!
Buddy had his first vet vizzie with Dr. Morgan. As I was telling her about his cute, little destructive ways, "Meh, I didn't need those blinds in the living room anyway . . . I didn't really like that carpet in the bedroom, anyway." It turns out that he's not just marking, he also has a urinary tract infection. So it wasn't just my super-sensitive sense of smell. He's on antibiotics and a bit more chipper. Poor little guy!
Here he is in the bedroom, post carpet:
|He's such a snuggler.|
|Can you hear my mother saying thru the internet, "YOU LET HIM ON YOUR PILLOW?!" |
Along with the eye-rolly thing she does.
|Tabby Bobcat on the CAT stairs that Buddy uses.|
|Here's Buddy with the stuffed dog I got when my dog Remi was a couple years old. See his nose? I was blaming Tabby Bobcat for scratching off the vinyl. NO. It was Rowan!|
|He's waiting for me to leave so he can start chewing on the stuffed animals. |
I ended up moving them.
|Zzzzz . . . .|
Convention in the bedroom:
What is Buddy looking at?
|Whatchya lookin' at, Buddy?|
|Tabby looks down with the usual cat |
I found Tabby's catnip banana when I switched bedrooms:
Here's a preview of the new curtains in the bedroom:
|Again with the pillow!|
|Such a cutie-pie. LOVE this little guy!|
|Sunday roundup of all my shoes strewn around the yard!|