While baby Tonic will often look at different things, generally I get two hours of Bathtub Gin giving me the most judgmental stare in the universe.
Is that scene really good enough? Really? Are you sure?
Yesterday I sat in there and watched some art detectives show. (Was the random ugly painting on slats of wood done by some famous Flemish painter I'd never heard of? I keep trying to imbibe culture but honestly I'd rather put a picture of dogs playing poker on my wall.) After an hour I'd bored them both to sleep. I think that's a good thing since it means they aren't completely freaked out by me. I decided I'd had enough culture and turned off the show and now I'll never know if the ugly painting was an expensive ugly painting or not.
In other news, I just found out that the Hubbard squash I have growing in the garden is supposed to be about twenty pounds when fully grown.
The squash that may take over the world
I may not need to leave my house for a while after that thing is done.
What do the dogs think about your new roommates? Are they spending their days with their noses pressed to the crack at the bottom of the door?
The dogs have not really noticed anything. (I've been careful not to open the bathroom door when the dogs are around, but I'm sure they can still smell the cats.) It's a little weird, but my dogs mostly ignore the cats they already live with.
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