Le Shack

The Boy (on the left) moved out last week.  Well, he moved some stuff out.  And himself.  He and his friend Jake moved into a studio apartment together.  Studio.  This is a picture of it. 

I know what you're thinking.  What kind of tyrants must the Brown-eyed Man and I be if The Boy would rather live here than with us?  I don't know.  It has caused me to do some self reflection lately.  Do I suck this bad?  Or could it be the overwhelming urge to live in a place with a shop that has the entire bible on cassette?

It can't be the spacious living quarters.  This is both their living room and their bedroom.  I am standing in the bathroom in order to get all of this into the photo.

Brown-eyed man is totally trying to think of something positive to say right now.  I'm not sure he succeeded.

They do have an old barn with barn kitties.  The Boy is a lover of animals.  Well, not a lover of animals, but he really likes them.

If I lived here, I would name this kitty Tuco, if that weren't already Clover's middle name.

Maybe the draw is that they get to live here for free as long as they look after the cows and the property.  Clover will not get any closer than this to cows.  She doesn't understand them and she absolutely has no interest in getting to know them but she doesn't mind inspecting what they've been eating...

These two boys are 20-somethings with .22's and they can open the back door of the shop and shoot sage rats or squirrels on a whim.  They can ride dirt bikes in the yard and the fact that the shop is bigger than the living quarters is a major selling point to them. 

I noticed they had a bottle of Pendleton in their fridge and I ridiculed them for being wussies that had to drink their whiskey cold.  Maybe that's why he doesn't want to live with us.

In other news...Clover thinks she's better than you

We went to play with her friend Dillon the other night.  He's a couple weeks older than Clover and he outweighs her by 25 pounds. 

It was a Chesapeake-Labrador Smackdown.  I think Dillon won, but Clover held her own.  Just as I was asking whether they plan to have him neutered he tried to mount Clover.  He may have cut his own sack so to speak.



Things I hate:
1. People that use the made up word "kitteh", rather than kitten or kitty.  What the hell?

Things I love:
1. This hat:
I bought one for The Girl and I should have bought one for myself and now they're sold out.