Casey likes to drape himself over the weight bench that sits near the windowseat in Chuck's office. Then he can check out the goings-on in the street. Cars going by, people walking. He's interested in everything. Still very little in the way of discipline, though. Still thinks I'm a chew toy and that we deserve to be barked at if we are not actively petting him.
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I was about to orate on the superiority of cats, except last night I had to rescue Sophie when she got caught on a dust ruffle under the bed.
Rob M.
He looks so wise, pensive and protective. Only we know what a wonderful "goober" he is.
Great photo!!
Brenda
He is a goober. And Rob's cat is adorable, but I hear she likes to take closets apart when she's not tangling herself up in the bedclothes.
Other than getting caught on the dust ruffle, pulling all the clothes off of the hangers, another "adorable" Sophie feat required us to cut (yes, actually cut) her out of the table skirt next to the bed.
Never a dull moment around our house, and I know Casey keeps you guys entertained as well. BTW: I agree with Brenda about Casey's photo.
Carol G.
Do you mind if I start calling Casey "Amos?" The resemblance in that photo is striking.
Casey really is my dad. very much like him. Friendly as the day is long; never meets a stranger. kind of long-legged and he PACES all the time. Just like dad. If he picks up a golf club, we'll know Amos has returned in doggy form.
Only my family will understand this, but I have Grandpa Charlie toes. Pre-hensilely strong. I can play tug of war with Casey and his favorite nylon rope that is knotted at both ends by grabbing one end between my big and second toes and walking away from him. Even Chuck was amazed at how much strength I could muster to pull a 50+ pound dog around with just two toes. Remember how Grandpa could reach out and pinch your skinny little limb with his toes if you got too close to his recliner? Aren't families wonderful? Or did I mean weird?
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