and eating great food and looking at this:
and visiting with interesting folks and lazing by this
Yes, poor poor me! It's afternoons like this one that make up for the calamities that seem to befall me more frequently than the average bear!
From the 'Animals Are Adorable Department'...this is my Mum's new kitty, Punkin.
Before Mum got a 'real' furbaby, she got a stuffed dog (you can see his black paws below) and cat (the realistic black and white kitty is stuffed) that sleep on her bed. Punkin took one look and decided to join the gang during her nap times! Safety in numbers. Smart cookie that one!
Mr. Ben is a smart dog in most respects...smarter than me a lot more times than I'd like to admit in fact, but the one thing he WILL NOT do is come back when you call him. I've tried everything, special electronic training collars, treat rewards, all the tricks in the book. But once his nose starts working, he follows it and his brain disengages. Last weekend, I was throwing the ball for him. He brought it back the first two times, but on the third throw he caught the scent of god-knows-what and took off. I 'Here Ben-ed' until I'd had it and then threw myself down on the lawn in disgust. And the darndest thing happened, he took one look and made a bee-line right back to me!
'Cool' I thought, 'He's concerned that something has happened to me! This might be just the break I need to get this into his head.'
I closed my eyes and lay very still. He came trotting over and I mentally prepared for the face licking I thought I'd get. Not so much. He comes directly over and roots in my pockets. He thought I was dead and saw it as an opportunity to roll my corpse for treats! No sense letting the coroner take them away! That would be a waste!