I get up to look for Harley, who is the least of my worries; she’s on the couch – check.
Zig-freed, the little red dog; under the dining room table – check
Mickey the cat (a.k.a. Tuna Hole) – in the bedroom looking very stupid.
BAHHHAAAAAAA We’ve been having problems with him getting into the bathroom trash. We even got a can with a flip lid and he’s figured out how to open it. Little shit head. Well maybe he’ll stay out of it now. He was walking around bumping into things and of course I had to go get the camera.
Little Zig, trying to help his big bro.
Bahahahahahahahhahahahha….yeah, yeah, yeah, poor Mickey. I took the dang thing off his head!
he's a bit pissed off
I did not put the empty tissue box on Tuna Holes head. Really.
All My Love,