We've been hanging around, doing much of the same - eat, sleep, play, poop - although not necessarily in that order. I'm pleased to report that Patches' squirrel'ly behavior has continued, which means that I am most certainly the most loved dog in this household. He's certifiably nutty. His bark is ridiculous (I've always complained about that), he does these "zoomies" when you mention the words "dinner" and "breakfast," he plays with the water bowl and tries to escape the yard when we're outside. Yes, he still potties on command - but who cares?! It's only because he's a spindly little creature with no insulating fur on his belly! It's cold out there.
However, he's a major cuddle bug and will spoon anything and everything until the cows come home. While I like to curl up in a ball at my mama's feet (yes, under the covers), Patches will lay his body down the length of her, tucking his head into her shoulder. My mama seems to forget what a SPAZ he is in those moments. It's all "Patchy, you're such a nice boy." She's so weak. I should fill her in the next time I see him eating his own poop, because I'm pretty sure she wouldn't get so close to his face then.
How can one think this *thing* is cute?! His fur can't even decide to be a single color!
Gag me with a rawhide.
