But the boy is old, he deserves his sleep. And when he's outside - when it's not raining, which has been a lot lately - he's trotting around the yard in search of squirrels, chipmunks and now, wild turkeys.
Yes, we have two wild turkeys who have gone door-to-door in the 'hood. Yesterday they were in our yard, and on our walk, Petey saw them a few doors down. He was very interested - as was I. I'm hoping to get good images of them.
But it's Saturday, which continues to be Petey Porn Day.
It seems lately I don't even try to come up with a meaningful blog post on Friday nights for Saturday morning. Who gives a crap about government spying on phone and internet data. This is nothing new. GWB enacted it years ago and I don't remember anyone stopping those actions while he was in office or afterwards. And who actually thinks there is privacy on the internet?
Like with the title image, Petey has been liking "his" chair. Sophie and 710 might argue whose chair it actually belongs, to, but we'll let them figure it out. He is usually savvy enough to make sure his mouth and nose are on the predetermined blanket.
His stacked beds. Boarding him should be interesting if we can't bring a second bed. He's Prince and the Pea. Or the Dog Formerly Known as Prince and the Pea.
Here he is surveying his domain. The acre is his - if he so chooses to go out and about, though he usually won't venture too far into the yard.
We have a tour of a different boarding facility for him later today. After my conversation with the new place, I feel pretty good, so I'm hoping things go well.
Song by: the Beatles