I know I have a smart (or more likely, smart aleck) FurBoy because Bandit has honked the car horn at me when I take too much time inside the Post Office or Rest Area bathroom (three times to date). And I have to keep the SUV windows on child lock because he has rolled the windows down more times than I can count on my fingers and toes--even when I count on his and Moggy's paws.
While he usually turns his butt to every smart phone and camera within a mile that attempts to capture his likeness--he has also managed to take an X-rated selfie when he stepped over my iPhone and captured the Full Monty. He has also been known to turn on the TV or change channels with the remote. He's quite accomplished. I may be reduced to asking him for tech support if I can't understand the next Technician that talks geek-giberish at (over) my head.
More importantly for the purpose of this post, I also realize it's probably a fluke that Bandit has managed to activate the massage function of my new bed--twice in the last two days.
I say probably, because I rather doubt he is doing it on purpose; however, part of me has to wonder.....😉
About Me
- Loulymar
- My bags are packed and I'm always ready to seek out an adventure with Bandit and Moggy in tow. Bandit is my thirteen year old Chinese Crested, who I frequently call The Bald One or The BaldOne Boy (like he was one of the Baldwin Brothers). Moggy’s full name is Pip-Moggy. He’s my two year old gansta-resuce kitty. I couldn’t decide between Pip (which are the spots on die and domino tiles) and Moggy (or Moggie when I mistakenly thought he was a she), so I combined the two. Moggy refers to the British term for "cat of unknown parentage .” So in essence, I have an almost bald dog, and I’ve named my cat “Spot.”
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