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I am still not typing this from my new laptop but hope to be doing that soon. My little Dell Inspiron looks like a netbook compared to that big ass thing but it will be lovely to watch movies on it. I am just having a very small issue with the mouse. As in it’s off kilter a bit and I keep poking it with my thumb and it does something wonky to the screen. I better practice a bit. Also too, I fully admit that my cats sort of climb over the keyboard as I’m typing and I don’t want my new toy full of cat hair so soon.
Work has been deadly quiet lately which isn’t overly bad but when I’m bored at work, I tend to snack. I’m trying to find something to do (hence the long blog post from yesterday) but I can only look busy for so long then I want to get up and start wandering about. Hopefully, tomorrow I’ll find something fun and constructive to do.
In other just-as-boring news, my dog is driving me insane. We are pretty sure that his hearing is not all there (he’s 14 so it’s sort of expected) but that’s not what’s bugging me. It’s his new thing of coming into the room (wherever I am) and staring at me or lifting a paw and dragging it over the chair where I’m sitting. In the past, I’ve taken that as his signal that he’d like to go out for some business time. But when he does this, like, five times in a row and he’s already been out, I have no idea what he’s trying to convey. And it annoys me. He doesn’t do this to Duty. Just me. Oh joy! Oh rapture! I already feel like the pied piper with two cats and a dog following me everywhere (even to the bathroom) but now I have to decode Max’s morse code? What am I? A psychic? heh
Could Max just be reassuring himself that you’re there and so he’s safe? I imagine that losing his hearing might leave him feeling vulnerable. (Though one of my mom’s cats lost her hearing and since it happened so gradually, she didn’t notice. My mom discovered it because she could practically vacuum up the old girl’s tail without her moving.)
Ummm….you’re the intuitive….is it so unexpected that your dog might be trying to tell you something????
I am utterly convinced that my boyfriend’s dog, Kobe, was once human. I know it! I reassure him, stroke his ears, look deep into his eyes and tell him, “I know, I know, I know.”