What?
Rub some dirt on it.
That's an improvement over yesterday when he had his rear paws in the small of my back and was twitching so frantically that I thought he was having a seizure with his head dangling over the edge at 3:30 in the morning.
Nope. Sound asleep.
That was one of us. End of bed time for me.
Good thing he's cute.
It’s a toothache, Nully. I don’t think the old earthwork-to-shore-it-up applies in this case. ;o]
We can be glad there are still some males around. We’re going to need them when the not-shinola hits the fan.
When that day comes, who will we turn to? Metrosexuals who would be afraid to chip a nail or get some dirt under it? People who are busy maintaining their tats and hair? People who are confused about what gender they are? Or people who look at a problem and think, “I may wind up covered in dirt and grease, but I can solve this”?