Visitor-in-a-Box

A few weeks ago, Mommy brought home a little animal.  She didn't make any noises except for some scratch scratch sounds in her box of leaves.  She ate a strawberry.  She walked outside.  To me, she looked like this:

although I did get a quick closeup before she disappeared.  It was a bit blurry (like Sasquatch!):

I still don't know what she was.  Can you help me?

If It's Good Enough for Mommy...

Mommy sleeps with a t-shirt over her eyes.  Every night.  I know, it's weird.  Then again...

I had to use a pillow, since I don't have t-shirts.  It was lovely and dark under there, so I guess I get it.

I Am Monorail Dog

I've taken up a new post at home: Monorail Dog.  Since I can't sit on the back of the couch anymore (wrong shape), I've decided that the arm will do.  It allows me to face the street and bark at any interlopers without having to get up from my spot.

Quite efficient, don't you think?

Sad Dad

Daddy's got a bad case of the mopeys, so Jeremy and I stepped up to help him.  I tucked myself up on his butt:

while he watched some TV.  Jeremy's always ready to cuddle him on the floor, but Mommy never took a picture.  This morning, I helped Daddy get ready for work:

Cuddle Power Activate!
Jeremy was standing by with backup:

Our cuddling worked and Daddy went off to work.  Yay!  Oh wait, that means Daddy's gone to work.  Boo!  Come back and cuddle some more, Daddy.