that thing you do

The cat seems to be on a half-assed hunger strike. Surely he can't think we'll drown the extra dog if he doesn't eat.

The extra dog has progressed from blockading Truffle from the places she wants to be to pouncing on her all in fun. And it is in fun. However, Truffle doesn't always have fun with it because the odds are not even. Tomorrow I'll be taking them to a dog celebration at Lighthouse Field and we'll see how good they are.

I want to write brilliantly perceptive bits about baby development but instead I read amateur fiction till my eyes bled and now I have to go to sleep.