Thanks - yeah, though I adore dogs, I was the one who came into the relationship with cats (http://writingortyping.com/Photos/simonanddash.jpg) (shameless pet-shilling - Simon, on the left, was mine coming in. Dash we got jointly before we got married, and Toshie was filled with joy: "Mom! Dad! You got me a BABY BROTHER!").
The frenzied yelping and ears-down wiggling when John comes home is downright pathetic. John gets it most days, I only get it on special occasions. (Jealous? MOI?)
I think Toshie knows I'm writing about him. He's wandering around and hooting to himself, even though we just got back from a walk. Whoops - nope, it's that Baby Brother got locked in the bedroom. My little tattletale.
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The frenzied yelping and ears-down wiggling when John comes home is downright pathetic. John gets it most days, I only get it on special occasions. (Jealous? MOI?)
I think Toshie knows I'm writing about him. He's wandering around and hooting to himself, even though we just got back from a walk. Whoops - nope, it's that Baby Brother got locked in the bedroom. My little tattletale.