People often ask if Dodger knows what he’s saying when he speaks English. Though he doesn’t always use language exactly as we would, we believe that he does sometimes mean what he says. Like today.
He made it clear by saying, “Want some water?” and bobbing in the direction of the tub that he bathes in that he wanted a bath. He likes to dip into a beer mug full of water. Can’t say why he won’t bathe in the whole big tub!
When the water got down a few inches, as in the photo, he said, “Water?” or “Want some water?” I refilled it for him.
After repeating this for maybe fifteen minutes, he was done. No, he didn’t say, “You done?” which he does say when he is finished with his breakfast. He said, “Wanna cuddle?” Because usually he’s chilled and he wants to sit on a finger till his feet warm up.
I’m just sayin’.
Figured out my summer coffee fix today. Buy a tall blonde with a splash of soy milk and ask the barrista to fill my reusable cup up with ice. Pour the hot coffee over the ice, and viola! Iced coffee that’s not too strong. I can’t take the cold-brew they serve (and charge more for.)
The guest bathroom is starting to come together. I took a paint chip with me shopping and found this cool Indian print shower curtain, and some pumpkin colored towels. It’s starting to come together as warm and spicy. (Interesting since the wall color was a color match to the Bayeux Tapestry segment reproduction that hangs over the fire place.)
I love this bag. I get a lot of compliments on it. People think it’s some designer bag–“Is that an XXX?”–when in fact the image is from a series of tween books called Emily the Strange.
The only problem with it is that every once in a while the shoulder strap clip comes loose while it’s on my shoulder and the bag falls. Yesterday it did it again, and freakishly, the clip flipped up and hit me in my right eye.
The body is an amazing thing. I saw the silver clip right before it hit, but my lid closed in time. It feels bruised, but there’s not even a lot of bloodshot-ness.
Thank you, eyelid. I am so grateful that I can still spy with my little eye!
p.s. On Hydra’s recommendation, I wrapped tiny strips of silver duct tape around the clips so they won’t attack again. Yay, Hydra!