The Right Idea

Doesn't this brand new polar bear cub have the right idea? I think so.

Goodbye, Hello!

Goodbye 1991 washer, large capacity.

Goodbye 1997 dryer.

Hello 5.0 Cubic Whatever Space Age Washer with flashing lights and R2-D2 like noises.

And enough options that mom has to actually read a manual to know how to do a load of wash, rotflmao.
Hello just as big Space Age dryer with Theatre Lights (they dim and go out after a minute or so)

and more options than you can shake a stick at.

Mom's so excited about these that she is grabbing everything she can just to wash it. Lucky and I are hiding. We'll be back when it's safe.

Feeling Better Thursday

I just wanted to tell you all that I am feeling much better, thank you for all your well wishes and long distance hugs and thoughts. I haven't whimpered or whined in the last day or two. Of course, mom still insists on carrying me up and down the stairs whenever she can.

I am much more active, which worries mom, but I am also acting like my old self, which makes mom really happy.

Now, if she would only forget to put the barricade up, so I could get to the garbage...

Wordless Wednesday

Tattle Tale Tuesday

As most of you know, PlusOne went to Washington, DC last week. Imagine mom's surprise when she uploaded his photos and found more photos of the Servais Stradivarius cello than there are of PlusOne.

He took photos from the front, the side, close ups of the upper portion, the lower portion, at least ten in all.

And how many photos of PlusOne are there? Three. One with his head cut off right above his forehead, and here are the other two.

LOVE the look on his face!

Mom and dad both think he is a very silly boy, but they love him all the same.

Mom Goes Back To Work

And leaves Lucky and me alone.

She doesn't look very happy about it.


Do I look happy about it, either?

Easy Like Sunday Morning

I mean, how else can it be? I can't jump up or down or even walk up and down stairs. Mom insisted on carrying me and scolding me if I try to jump up to the sofa. When I get into my spot, she insists on covering me up so I am warm and cozy and not straining myself. Sounds like heaven, huh? WELL NOT FOR ME! I am the DEVIL DOG. I need to be bad, misbehave, cause a ruckus, liven things up. This docility that I am displaying is KILLING me!

Thank goodness Wilma sent Brigitte and Spongy out to bring me some Ice Cream (missing the Ice Cream Social was real bummer) but at least I am not tripping as badly as Salinger. Boy is someone going to be embarrassed when they stop tripping and see themselves on video. Glad it wasn't me!