|Made 'em move the laptop aside to make room for Me|
|Dad's not the only one who needs my help on this thing|
|Ahh, a life of luxury...|
|My favorite mat and toys|
|Couldn't pass up an opportunity to rest against dad's shoes|
|Yep, laptop assistant again. See how hard I'm working?|
I'm also getting the sense that something's up. Furniture's been getting carted off by strangers, mom's been stuffing their things into boxes and stacking them in the corner, picture holes are getting patched, clothes are getting put in boxes. Yeah, they got rid of that comfy ten ton mancave chair we loved so much and dragged out the ratty old beach chair. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
|Pretty much glued to these pillows since mom took them out|
Dad took this picture of me on these red pillows that they put on the beach chair for dad's back, and it made him think of a certain someone else from an earlier time. Mom also reminded him the other day that it's been 4 years since dear Orbit passed away, so dad went through a bunch of old photos from years past and, well, do you see a theme here?
|Mom and dad's sweet old friend and this blog's founder|
|Mom and dad love you and still miss you so much. But back to me...|
Christmas morning found me lounging in bed with mom and dad, and dad couldn't resist snapping these shots of me cuddling with mom while she slept.
As I mentioned earlier, something's afoot. I'm getting a little antsy, what with the stacks of boxes, our bed dismantled, my carrier on full display in the corner. Mom and dad just finished painting the apartment, mom took down the drapes, and it appears we're living out of boxes at the moment. I'll keep you posted the best I can, and we'll see you on the other side of the New Year. Y'all stay well, and may the new year be all you wish it to be.