I think it’s more that he thinks the dog is a clumsy oaf who will walk right over top of him if he doesn’t get out of the way. It’s true that the dog will walk right over top of him, because he has no idea that the cat is there.
He’s also a little miffed that the dog gets to go outside and he doesn’t, and he gets jealous if I pet the dog and don’t pet him.
Quail owners located, house is now quailless.
Now trying to persuade the landlord to let me get quail, mostly just to wind him up, but they are cute, and they lay aigs, and they’d totally fit in that corner over there by the shed without being in the way, and they’re much quieter than chikins… 
**FCD **has agreed with his boss to work at least 15 more months on a new project that’s about to get started. It’ll be mostly part-time, altho he could put in long weeks if necessary. It’ll almost coincide with my plans to work till the end of 2018… unless I change my mind.
It’ll be nice to continue to pad our savings - I can’t help but worry about the what-ifs of relying on retirement income. Like the $8K for a new well. There are no guarantees that our well will last till we leave… or the furnace… or the septic system… Renting becomes more and more attractive, yanno?
So, do you just cut front-paw and head holes and put it on him like a sweater? Or is there sewing involved? Because I really kind of love the idea of a chihuahua in a sock, it’s kind of like a garbage-bag poncho.
Howdy Y’all! I have been officially diagnosed with an upper respiratory infection. Rah. Thing is I don’t feel especially bad but have a sore throat, am all stuffded up and kinda sound like I’m goin’ through puberty. I have the sooper dooper stuff that’s given for that so I shall be a good bear and take my medicine and probably sleep a lot. I shall survive however.
Dindin is mostly done so there’s that. I am hongree and have had an appetite all day. I shall stay in tonight and probably stay in da cave pretty much over the next few days. As long as I have medication and ice cream all should be good.
red yestiddy was indeed All Saint’s Day and today is All Soul’s Day. Since we have a mid-week service every week, tonight is for All Saint’s which is one of the major feast days and if’n one were goin’ to do it up right, a Day of Holy Obligation but we Whiskypalians don’t get all worked up over such things anymore. Sunday will be All Saint’s Sunday so that will involve incense and the whole shebang. Some churches did ASD this past Sunday, but this past Sunday was also Reformation Sunday, a thing Luteruns are big on, so we had Reformation Sunday bein’ as we have Luteruns amongst us. October 31st is actual Reformation Day as that’s the day Martin Luther posted his 95 Theses on the facebook wall of Wittenburg aka the cathedral doors.
Thus endeth the lesson for the day.
I left my phone at work. Dammit. I use its alarm to let me know when it’s time to go home, and usually once it goes off, I put it in my pocket. Today I didn’t. Dammit. Not that anyone ever calls me anyway.
Dammit.
Poke chops and pierogi and something green for supper - maybe green beans? But first, Higgs needs food.
Dindin has been ingested. I think shortly I shall go lie upon the bed. Whatever this crud I have contracted is, it makes me feel tahrd. Bed and teevee sounds like a good plan.
Bed and TV is often an excellent plan.
I wholeheartedly agree, and I shall soon execute that plan myself
I got the last of the insurance company explanations of benefits from the surgery. All told, the hospital, surgeon, and anesthesiologist billed around $20,000. They all got paid and I owe nothing.
My foot hurts like hell. I looked up the procedure and it’s no wonder I’m in pain. The surgeon shaved off pieces of at least two of the bones in my foot to reshape it so the tendon stays put. So I’m basically walking around on a broken foot. And the incisions still haven’t quite healed and they’re irritated. I hate life right now. 
I’m gonna eat and go to bed.
Yep, no sew. Sports socks work better than crew socks too. My dad’s socks (he wears a size 14 shoe) will work for a 12 pound pup. 
The last time I cut up a couple of socks for Sis’ pooches (she came up Thanksgiving and it got cold), they were wildly patterned neon. Frankie, Maxie and Popo looked fabulous!
Feel better soon, swampy! Be a good bear and take drugs.
Good plan.
I want to stay up to know who wins the World Series, but I have to go to work early so I think I’ll go lie down now and not be tempted into watching the TV.
Dinner was pork chops baked with some apple slices – very good. Other than that I got nothing.
I’m watching history be made; you do realize there’s probably no one alive old enough to remember the last time the Cubs won the World Series. 108 stitches in a baseball & 108 years; cowinky-dink? I think not!
#Goatbusters! - We ain’t afraid of no goat!
Very busy between innings as that’s the only time I’m doing anything productive; including getting the mail. Glad I did, there’s thick, glossy publication that where I just look at the pictures & breathe heavy; no skin, just photographer’s porn; their new catalog came.
I’ve done pork chops, apple slices and sliced sweet potatoes.
Frozen pizza now baking. Nearly too tired to eat, but need to do so if I’m going to get any useful sleep.
Worrisome rumbles at irk. Must polish up resume and start trawling. 
Staying up late to watch the World Series. I believe the Cubs will win despite my prediction of not winning. The cat wants to go beddybye and is giving me the stink eye.
I worked, it was busy, but it’s my Firday, and I have beer.
That’s Gordie around Alex Catt. “Don’t pet her, pet me! I’m still cute!”
red, the only way I’m getting a sock over Gordie, is if I steal one from Andre The Giant’s closet.
FCM, when things break(assuming a competent landlord), renting rocks. When you want to erect a 50 foot statue of Lemmy on your front lawn, not so much
Wetone, 6-6 at the top of the 9th. What a way to end it.:eek:
6-6 rain delay @ top of 10[sup]th[/sup]. Whata way to not end it.