Buster has settled in. Not sure he's overly thrilled with the situation, but he's dealing. He and Ferk have reached some kind of detente with toys and space and Mom's lap (Ferk somehow is winning) and all has been well.
Yesterday I got home from work and there was the usual jubilation and toy tossing. I put them all outside, they did their business and came back in. I keep the doors to the bedrooms and bathroom closed (any place with carpets!) when I'm not home, so opened everything up, went into the bathroom to change into my comfy cozies and look up to see Buster just putting his leg down after peeing on MY GOOD WOOL CARPET in the office.He'd just peed outside. JUST! and when I chased him out of there and went to get the paper towel for damage control, saw that he'd also thrown up on the carpet as well.
Of course my first thought was that he wasn't feeling good, but he was fine.
So what the heck was THAT all about?!? Not best pleased AT ALL. He kept trying to go back into the office, but I gated the door off so he can't, and he's afraid of the gate cuz it fell on him once (he was pawing at it...served him right!), so he won't go near it.
The worm, it appears, has turned![]()