yesterday, and Mom thought maybe she could take the cone off of me, but then she took a good look at my boo-boo, and she saw that it was still kind of gooey under the scab, so she left the cone on.
The thing that makes this cone situation really bad is that it is Cicada Season, which is my favorite season of the year. So now I have to go cicada hunting on the patio at night with my cone on. I feel like an idiot, but I still manage to catch some cicadas, and I guess that is the important thing.
|Anderson likes sitting in Mom's lap|
Rags is still chasing the cats, and even though he isn't doing it as much as he did at first, Jason started a petition, which all the cats signed. Then they got Dorrie and me to sign it, too. We presented the petition to Mom, and what it said was that we thought Rags wasn't a good fit for our house, and he should go someplace else to live. Mom tried to explain to the cats that Rags is just trying to play, but they don't like the way he plays. Dorrie doesn't like the way he plays either, because he is such an in-your-face kind of dog. I don't want to be bothered by him, so I just growl and snap and tell him to go away.
|A standoff between Jason and Rags|
Mom finally decided that all of us were right about Rags, and that he would be happier in a home where he had a nice, young dog to play with, or maybe some children. And no cats. So she emailed Aunt Christine yesterday and told her that she needed to bring Rags back. Aunt Christine is trying to find a foster home for Rags to stay in, so in the meantime, he is still living with us.
Anyway, that's all the news for today, but news seems to happen every day, so I'm sure there will be more of it soon.