Sunday, August 27, 2006
International Lazy Day
What makes this day any different than any other day where we all lay around and do a lot of nothing? Well, because I'm declaring it an official day, that's what makes it different.
The rule of the day is: lay around. Only do what is necessary to survive such as eat, poo, claw your human. Put on your best lazy, sprawl, curl-up, wallow look.
I'm mainly declaring it a "day" because I had a rough night last night. Not only did the humans go out for a long time, came back late, then had the nerve to smell like other dogs, but there was a storm last night.
3 a.m. (or so the human woman declared when I clawed her awake) a storm with a lot of rain came blowing in, along with the evil thunder. I dutifully woke the human woman up so we could sleep in the room that we're not allowed in (where Uncle Jack sleeps, except he's not here yet).
She took Loki and I out, because she was not aware, or coherent at the time and just thought I needed to pee, and discovered that it was indeed pouring rain. I managed to run under the house overhang and pee, and skitter back inside before the evil thunder came out. Then upstairs all wet, where I clawed the human man for good measure before hiding in the room we're not allowed in. Loki goes in there too, don't know why, other than he hogs the whole bed. Sam then spreads out on the comfy bed in the human's room and falls asleep. I pant and pace until the danger is over.
Since my beauty sleep was interupted last night by the loud storm, I feel its only fair that the rest of the dog world gets to be lazy today as well.
Happy International Lazy day!
(turning over so I don't mat my fluffiness)