Welcome back all! How was your weekend? Mine? It was pretty good. New Year’s eve was great, but one of my friends ended up in the hospital on Sunday. We are actually dog sitting for a few days to help out.
It is so strange having a new animal in the house. During the day it is fine, but Sam-I-Am apparently likes to sleep in a bed with people at night. We already have two dogs and a cat, and they have reached an understanding that the dogs can lay all over us during the daylight hours, but when I go to bed the cat sleeps on my feet and our room is a dog-free zone. Mr. Sam was not down with this. We eventually had to lock him out of the room, because he kept sneaking up onto the bed. (He is surprisingly sneaky for a 65 lb lab-mix.) About a half hour after he was banished to the hall, he started to cry. Then he started to howl. Then MiniB woke up scared of the strange noises, so she started to cry. She came into our room and climbed into bed for a hug, Sam took advantage of the open door to come in and jump on the bed, our little dog Molly realized that the dog-ban on the bed had been lifted and said “Hell yeah! I’m getting in on this!” and the cat assumed a sort of Gollum-like position over my feet and gave everyone a remarkably eloquent look that said “The first one to touch me gets shredded.”
I don’t know that my bed has ever had three people, two dogs and a cat on it all at the same time (that time was 3AM, by the way). I’m just grateful that our other big dog didn’t join in. I don’t think we could have taken it. As far as I can tell, he stayed in the living room saying “You all can do whatever you want, I have the whole couch to myself.”
In honor of our late night shenanigans, I want to hear your best funny pet story instead of trivia tonight. Please tell me I am not alone in this monkeyhouse.