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I woke up when Captain came into the bedroom and turned on the closet light.
"What time is it?"
"Just after six."
"At night?" I asked just to confirm, cause I did not go to bed until after ten am - curse you TLC or whatever channel 48 is with the home improvement/decoration/make-over shows. It's like crack on tv.
"Yeah."
"What day is it?"
That's a lovely way to start the day, isn't it?
At the moment, in my bedroom, I have a large pile of DVDs to watch in the early morning hours between climbing into bed and falling asleep. They have a theme.
"Things What Eat Peoples". I have a surprising number of DVDs that seem to fit this theme, by the way. Today's viewing pleasure was Lake Placid.
I'd been awake for less than two hours when CB bit![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cptn_oblivious. Bit, bit him. As in broken skin, tooth marks, blood. He assured me it didn't need stitches, but I was beside myself at this obvious sign of aggression. CB has had no obedience training because Captain keeps putting it off and after seeing his hand I was horrified at the thought of what the dog could do to the cats.
It turns out that my husband is an idiot.
CB was eating and Captain tried to fiddle with the food dish. CB growled several times and yet my husband persisted. CB nipped him, and my husband did it again. That's when Colonel Brandon bit him. I still insist that Brandon needs training but our two cats are smart enough to leave the dog to his food when he gets snappy, one would expect Captain to have figured the same out on his own.
After he got all bandaged up I hit him for being a schmuck.
343 out of 1040 rows on the SCARF.
"What time is it?"
"Just after six."
"At night?" I asked just to confirm, cause I did not go to bed until after ten am - curse you TLC or whatever channel 48 is with the home improvement/decoration/make-over shows. It's like crack on tv.
"Yeah."
"What day is it?"
That's a lovely way to start the day, isn't it?
At the moment, in my bedroom, I have a large pile of DVDs to watch in the early morning hours between climbing into bed and falling asleep. They have a theme.
"Things What Eat Peoples". I have a surprising number of DVDs that seem to fit this theme, by the way. Today's viewing pleasure was Lake Placid.
I'd been awake for less than two hours when CB bit
cptn_oblivious. Bit, bit him. As in broken skin, tooth marks, blood. He assured me it didn't need stitches, but I was beside myself at this obvious sign of aggression. CB has had no obedience training because Captain keeps putting it off and after seeing his hand I was horrified at the thought of what the dog could do to the cats.It turns out that my husband is an idiot.
CB was eating and Captain tried to fiddle with the food dish. CB growled several times and yet my husband persisted. CB nipped him, and my husband did it again. That's when Colonel Brandon bit him. I still insist that Brandon needs training but our two cats are smart enough to leave the dog to his food when he gets snappy, one would expect Captain to have figured the same out on his own.
After he got all bandaged up I hit him for being a schmuck.
343 out of 1040 rows on the SCARF.