A lot has changed in our family since I started this blog. In the beginning, we had four pets: Selby, Emerson, Lord Dormir, and Sir Oliver. Of those four, only Sir Oliver remains. He’s a quiet old man with a classic case of resting bitch face, but he’s sweet and he loves our teenaged daughter more than anything else in the world.
You’ve met Wordsworth, of course. He’s still a handsome guy who loves to explore and also loves to lounge around with people.
In August of 2015, we were joined by Count Rugen “Cuddles” com Bigglesworth IV (a/k/a “The Count”, or “Count”, or sometimes “CAAAAAAAT”, followed closely by “GETBACKINTHEHOUSE” or “GETOFFOFTHECOUNTER!”). He was raised with a puppy so he mostly tends to prefer the company of the dogs and enjoys chasing Sir Oliver around the house.
In January 2016, we met Butler. How he came to join our family is too good of a story to sum up in one sentence, so I’ll have to make that a separate post. This goofy boy loves coming to work with me at the groomer, just like Emerson did.
Emerson: Mama, may I be on the bed with you?
Wordsworth: Great idea! I’ll come up there with you too! Hey! This bed is kind of lumpy!
This weekend we got adopted by a dog.
When we met him at the shelter, he kept going back to Ian. He liked everybody, but Ian was clearly his favorite, and he got along with Emerson too, which is obviously essential.
Selby: *pant pant pant*
Clock: It’s 6 am.
Me: Did you need something Selby?
Selby: Oh good morning Kari, how nice to see you awake! What a lovely surprise!
Me: I’m only awake because you have been panting in my face for 5 minutes.
Selby: I’m glad it worked! Since you’re up would you mind getting me some breakfast?