Friday, January 17, 2014

Pets At Home In January

Perhaps I should have called this "Lazy Pets At Rest," for most of the photos are of the dogs and cats lounging around the farm house. This first one was notable because it caught Madeline in a big yawn:

Bramble, Snoozey, Clover, Fergus and Daphne - with floor pillows and toys. They sure have an easy life:

Seamus joined them and they all looked a little more awake for this photo. And notice the mischievous expression on Daphne's face:

The usual cast of (idle) characters:

Deaf old Draco goes wherever he pleases, and on this day it pleased him to roll ecstatically on the kitchen floor:

As you saw several posts ago, little PeeWee mostly sleeps, but when he thinks it's time for dinner, he suddenly springs to life:

Clover has learned to sleep atop a heat register, not that it's cold indoors. But she seems to like the added warmth - and when the fan kicks on, the long fringe on her ears blows straight up in the air:

Rocky and Draco began feuding a while back and Rocky has mostly stayed upstairs since we moved to the farm. But this winter the two cats seem to have called a truce and Rocky now explores downstairs. He's a trouble maker, though, and I'm always alert to what he might be up to:

When I adopted PeeWee, I promised to continue giving him the Cesar's dog food which he loved. He still gets it and he still loves it, dancing excitedly twice a day when it's dinnertime. When he's eaten all his Cesar's, he helps himself to the dry food, maybe as a desert:

PeeWee also joins the other dogs when there's a pan in need of a doggy pre-wash. And believe it or not, there's never any squabbling. They know my feelings on the subject, so they don't dare:

Clover has resumed using Seamus as a big, furry doggy bed:

And just as Clover did downstairs, Draco has learned to use the upstairs heat register as his personal toaster oven:

1 comment:

  1. Your heat vent hogs brought back some old memories. When my son was about 3-4 years old I had rescued an emaciated Great Dane from the shelter. They both loved one particular heat vent. When the heat would kick on, if Gina was in front of the vent, my son would shove her out of the way and take the spot. She probably weighed triple his weight at the time. Gina would then promptly head butt my son out of the way and resume her heat vent position. It was an ongoing battle between the two, never mind that there were vents in other rooms, too, but they loved one another regardless :) I hadn't thought about that in years. Thanks for bringing back the memories.

    Daniela

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