First, the United States Congress needs to pass Godwin's Law.
Obama will sign it.
Then the rest of his agenda can pass by acclamation.
Thank you. That is all.
For most of the 28 hours with awake animals in this house, our largest dog has been positively in lurve with our newest and smallest cat.
Ebony follows Zoey around the house like a puppy dog. This rather makes sense, of course, because she is a puppy dog. Even so, the extent of her smittenness at the kittenness was beyond what we all expected. After I was out of the house for most of the day, I came home to the sight of this 67-pound dog padding ever so gently behind the two new pounds of cat- sniffing and panting and not letting a pheromone of hostility out of her visibily drooling mouth. Zoey hisses her off the second she gets a millimeter too close, the precise measurement of which the dog is gradually learning.
Our older dog Tasha, who most of our visitors are scared of, is being the essence of caution. On at least one occasion while I was out, Zoey fell into her lap during one of her little walkabouts; the dog virtually let her bounce off her tummy and didn't make a move toward her, or even of herself, while the kitty was passing through.
The cats are staying out of her way, but I suspect that as long as they get fed twice a day and have human beds to sleep on, they will continue their polcies of benign neglect.
The humans are as smitten as the largest dog- but you probably had already guessed that.
Just finishing ID4 on TNT- then Zoey and I are off to bed. She's overnighting in Ebony's crate, and I have the worst hearing in the house, so it makes sense for me to stand guard overnight.
Or not. Here's Ebony in her own crate, with Zoey standing guard for her. Even the big sister got a little worn out today:
Eleanor's laptop power supply has shat the bed again, so I'll be sharing this one with her until a new one arrives.
Goodnight, moon.