Good Evening, Everybun!
If we were decompressing yesterday, we are chillaxing today. And when the day is lazy enough, I can giggle at anything. One of my favorites is watching my hoomin try to pick up our raisins off the terrazzo floor. The terrazzo has a large mix of some black pebbles, and it fools the silly hoomin about half the time. "Is this one from Espresso? Hm, let's see, ... nope! How about that one? Nope!" .. and then he steps on a real one, ha!
I told you, it's a slow day. My tucks are out, and I'm not pulling them in if I don't have to.
In other news, Espresso endured lots and lots of head rubs today. I almost got brushed, but my hoomin didn't feel like wrestling with me. He's been trying not to think about going back to the pits on Tuesday. So, you know how well that's going. He can't get the pits off his mind. It's like sinking in tea leaves, in a dark, stormy cloud, in a maze, upside down, over the middle of an ocean at night.
Maybe I'll take pity on the guy later. Maybe, I'll let him have at me with a pen and a sketch pad.
Good Night, and Good Luck!