Today is the day.
It’s officially hot now.
And you know what that means?
Time to sleep on the tile.
It’s not quite as cozy as my bed, or the carpet.
But it sure is cooler.
So this is my spot for the summer.
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Hey person, you don’t have to show the whole world that I’m sleeping in the bathroom.
In the summer, when it’s hot, my favorite place to sleep is the bathroom floor. It has nice, cool tiles and they feel good. I don’t usually sleep right on the tiles. My person has a bath mat on the floor and I usually sleep on that. It’s still much cooler than the carpet in the rest of the house and it’s kind of like my own little secluded place.
At least most of the time it’s my own little place. Sometimes my person comes in there. And sometimes she wants to use that toilet thing that happens to be right next to where I’m laying. Well, good luck to her. I’m not moving out of her way. If she wants to get in here she’s going to have to squeeze. Sometimes she tries to push me out of the way, but I pretend I don’t know what she wants and stay right where I am. Seems like she’d just give up and go away, but she doesn’t. Maybe one day she’ll get the idea that I’m not budging and give up on using that toilet thing.
Bone Bliss
Last night one of my people left and came home with a bag. My other person opened it and then I began to smell it. A little whiff – and then he took it outside. When he came back in – oh, that smell was heavenly. I sat there, saliva building up in my mouth, and I watched him eat that chunk of meat. I could only dream and hope I might get a tiny little scrap in the end.
Then he gave it to me. I haven’t had one of these in a long time. A mouth-watering meaty chunked bone. Mmmm, so good. I took it out of my bowl and settled on the soft carpet to munch. Then my other person took it away and made me go back into the kitchen to get it. Fine, I can play this game. I took the bone from her and settled back down on the carpet. She took it away again. Go get the bone – back to the carpet. Here she comes again. This is getting ridiculous. Okay, this tile floor is not nearly as nice, but if that’s what I’ve got to do to keep my bone I guess I must.
I stayed on that tile floor long enough. I tried one more time to take my bone out to the carpet. She let me stay and I spent the evening in bone-crunching bliss.
Bongo
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