I came, I saw, I stuck around…
09:57; realize that dad is in The Chair; begin my ascent of Mt Dad; upon attaining the summit, claim my dominance by immobilizing his arms, begin liberally coating his face with dog spit, occasionally hooking a nostril with a canine.
10:03 hear mom rattle some plastic in the kitchen; with no regard for dad’s tender vegetation, leap from the chair to investigate.
10:05 notice that dad has almost finished wiping dog spit from his face, apply a second layer; lather, rinse, repeat.
10:09 dad needs company in the shower, and I need a partial spa day after romping through the ditch, a win-win situation as far as I’m concerned
10:15 wait to get out of shower to shake, starting with popping my ears, working my way south…
10:17 …finish with my tail. After the bathroom is thoroughly moistened, go shovel-heading around the house until I realize that mom has just put a clean comforter on the bed; hooray for me! Mom is not pleased
10:22 Max looks waaaay too smug and comfortable, a situation that calls for an appearance of Ninja Dog; Max is not pleased.
10:25 Mia the Spazcrobat proves to be a more worthy adversary; hilarity ensues.
10:31 it appears things are winding down… NOT! Dad uses The Voice (I think he means it this time)
10:38 a refreshing drink from the porcelain bowl; again, The Voice.
10:45 everybody finally situated in their respectful territories on the bed, dad relegated to the barren wasteland of the far eastern territories; lights out.
10:52 interrupt sex life
10:52.5 banished to the floor; I will have my revenge, in this life or the next.
11:08 click, click, click down the hall, pause, click, click, click back down the hall, slurp, slurp, nibble, nibble, heavy sigh,long pause… slurp, slurp, slurp DANG IT, DOG, WILL YOU EVER CALM DOWN?!?
11:17 back on the bed; dad is such a pushover. Good night, John Boy…