The doggies always get testy when I have a day off, such as today. Little Mikey in particular gets impatient for me to get up, and then Buster insists on giving me my morning face washing (I do belong to him, after all), followed by Bonnie and Marty... although Bonnie spends more time washing everyone else's face than mine.
So I get up and get them their breakfast of doggie biscuits. (Fletcher insists on staying with der B, although he does come and get me if I don't deliver his by hand.)
They never pest der Brucer for their morning goodies.
They also have their own places where they have breakfast. Marty clambers onto my bed, Bonnie trots into the living room, Mikey dashes into the study, and Buster jumps up on der B's bed, leading to der B grumbling about the "crumb maker." Every day, the same routine.
Then, when I settle in here at the computer, Buster settles in near me, either close by or directly under the desk. As I noted, I am his property.
Today was interrupted by the appearance of a dark grey cat, spotted through the window. It's the same cat that der B met a couple of days ago, and I've identified it as the cat from the McGulag next door, left behind by the Russian students after their summer jobs were over. How the cat fares through the winter will be the question. So far, she looks healthy enough.
