We’re So Not Rotten…

Late last year, I had the husband character build what we like to call The Chindowseat in what was once our oldest daughter’s bedroom. I doubt I have to explain why it is called such:  

In an effort to fight off cabin fever, thanks to a cold and the zomgnoticyroadsinCentralTexasweareallgonnadie conditions, I put curtains up to make it look a little more like a bedroom again. For a brief moment, I was without an audience, furry or otherwise. Just as I began to reach for the blue war paint to shout FREEDOM!!! I felt a small paw on my calf…and before I knew it, I was surrounded. 

My next attempt to escape will probably also be met with utter failure in fluffbutt form. 

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Holiday Happies

This year has been full of piss and vinegar!  

Ninja’s seizures are finally less frequent and intense, he no longer fears women, and he’s put on weight so his ribs don’t hurt when you hold him.  He is active, happy, and has a hold on our hearts.

The Chins now have a Chindowseat in the art studio.  They watch for other dogs, humans, vehicles, birds, and leaves, and they let everyone know all about them.

The boys and their filthy paws…my new goal is to destroy all white tile.  At least they have fun (and never stay dirty long.)

Our normal coffee routine is outside, but jeepers, it’s been chilly out there!  So these days, we sit in front of the fire with a snuggle buddy or eight.