I love my newspaper puzzles.
I do two a day, a hard and easy one.
Sometimes Ed will come and sit on my lap and we battle about positioning.
Getting my legs crossed so he can sit in lap, I rest the clipboard on top of him and we go for it. We do have symbiotic relationship.
He gets love and I get a little brain time.
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Today I was puzzling solo when I heard a little squeak and thought, "Oh, oh! Someone is going to blow chunks!"
I have come to know that sound and noticed that Ed was in the kitchen on the tile-no problem I am not going to panic! Easy Wipe Up!!!!!!!
I started to get up off the chair when he scampers into the front room and starts to gag.
NOW I CAN PANIC.....I don't want him to puke on the rug and I don't want to pick him up and have him puke all over me.
Ahhhhhhh, ahhhhhhh.......
I shove the puzzle on the clipboard underneath his face and he pukes all over the puzzle-thank god the clipboard was make of plastic.
He hits the target with with the first wretch!
He turns away because of my sudden charge at him, but it got most of the second one!
The third spasm isn't as bad!
I am thrilled at not having to clean up a huge puddle o' puke!
Then I realized that both my puzzles were covered in Friskies Dry (at one time) food..
I stood there like an idiot for a few seconds and started to laugh.
I went from being happy that Ed's 'mess' wasn't that bad, to being
'puzzled' that all my work was for naught!
I don't mind, that's part of being a pet owner!
LOL, Thank god I wasn't doing my taxes?![]()
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