Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!

[ksmith]

The pups are velcro pains in the ass tonight. Hi, can we follow you everywhere we love you what are you doing can we do it too can we eat it we love you do you love us we love you so much mommy pet us mommy let us outside let us inside can i eat this i bark at you.

King is now up on the couch with my left hand clamped between his paws. Typing one-handed is not an option tonight, so if he doesn't free me up I will have to move.

Gaby is all upset because King is in her spot. She's staring at me over the top of the laptop display.

It's too humid to have a dog breathing on your leg.

Comments

[bevhale.livejournal.com]

Sometimes all the animals want to be right next to me, or on me or with me. I haven't gotten a private visit to the bathroom in years (they figured how to pop the door open). Sometimes I love the togetherness, sometimes I want a little room. But, it's better that our pets love us than that they hate us, or eat us in our sleep. (soory, it's a terribly strange morning).

When the psychic attacks just aren't enough

[technomage.livejournal.com]

Twiddles is usually able to get her message across with her eyebrows and psychic guilt ray, but sometimes that's just not enough. These moments of "must communicate physically" often occur during non-canine eating intervals when humans feed ("You know, dogs should get lunch equity") or when storms are on the extreme event horizon and humans are too stupid to open the bedroom door and allow access to the under-the-bed-den.