The Leisure Gang - An Update for my Parents

I was out at my folks' place last weekend helping them get the last of the year's wood split, and putting a dent in next year's necessary supply. I came away with a blister on my thumb (despite the leather gloves) and a new dog bed to throw in my office. My dad called and asked if the damn dogs had started using it yet, so I took some photos to document it.

This first one was Saturday night. I'd been watching the DVD Sid gave me for my birthday of PREDATORS (which I fully enjoyed, perhaps more even than when I saw it in the theater), turned on my lamp, looked over the edge of my desk, and lo and behold:

To think Julia feared her Russells would never abide living with cats

That's almost scandalous.

These next two I took this morning.

So you'll see, the only dog not documented taking her ease on the new bed is Velcro, though I think I saw her there once. I don't think she's feeling left out, though.

"More room for me on all the beds in the living room!" Velcro says.

... except for when there's too much dog for one bed.

I guess the 6th denizen, Kitten the Basement Dweller, hasn't been on it either. But she never comes upstairs, so I don't think she counts.

"Go to sleep, Fatboy," Kitten says. "Soon as you do, I'm making my move to take over your pillow."

Finally, seeing as how I share a home with someone who claims to "not really be a cat person," I think this photo, which is kind of obscured in a way those Sasquatch pics and videos that hit the internet often are, may be photographic evidence that that comment is, as they say, bullshit.