happy saturday. love, henry

Can we ever get a quiet, sleepy Saturday around here?

Last night, we grabbed a quick bite to eat and then went to the grocery store.  We left Henry out, since we were only going to be gone an hour.  Henry had been snacking on Stella's food, which annoyed me more than anything.  Although Bridget and Henry occasionally nibble on the other's food, I had heard that large amounts of cat food could make a dog sick.  So when we left, I picked up the food and put it up on the washer, pushed far enough away that he shouldn't have been able to get to it.

We got home, and sure enough, Henry had gorged himself on cat food.  Surprisingly enough, he wasn't sick, and he acted fine all night.

We've been letting Henry sleep under our bed lately.  He seems to prefer it under there much better than the crate, and since he's perfected playing dead lately (only while underneath the bed), it's just easier to let him sleep there instead of fighting with him to go in the crate.  Last night, he was apparently up numerous times.  I don't know - I slept through it all.  At one point, he was sleeping on top of our (dirty) clothes.  Another time, CJ said he and Bridget started playing.  I woke up at the point when CJ said, "That's it!  You're going back to your crate."   Henry fought a little when CJ put him in his crate, but he didn't think anything of it.

I woke CJ up this morning to let Henry out, and then wondered why I didn't hear the back door opening or why CJ didn't come back to bed.  I got up to find CJ cleaning up puke in front of Henry's crate.  Awesome.  Henry had it all over him, so he had to give him a bath (his favorite thing), and then clean up the office.  My entire house still smells like dog puke.  Lovely, since we're having company over today.

Meanwhile, the office had become Stella's new hideout.  Well, welcome to life with Henry, Stella.  I found her curled up in a ball in one of the cubbie holes in our closet.  I decided that it was now time to let Stella out into the rest of the house.  I don't think she's that afraid anymore, but I just think she's inclined to hide and be quiet.  I put a collar and bell around her, so I can occasionally hear her, but I have a feeling we won't be seeing much of her.  In this case, Bridget still wins.

I guess I should just be thankful that this puking incident doesn't come close to topping what happened back at Christmas when we fed Henry ham...

Happy Saturday everyone.  Let's hope ours gets a little less smelly.