Writer's Block: Apocalypse now?

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PLAYING POKEMON DIAMOND



IN MY PAJAMAS


Isn't that what everybody's doing?

I just caught Dialga on the first move of the battle by throwing a Quick Ball... /isawesome

Heat stroke is awesome rite?

So Tripper has apparently forgotten how to keep himself cool. Or that it is preferable to suffering heat stroke. He will just go lay in the sun FOR HOURS and not go in the shade unless we make him...and he's a very dark color. So our current policy is to just keep him from laying in the sun altogether, unless we're sitting with him, so we don't forget to come back and make him move after about ten minutes :P

He doesn't get it, though. This is what just happened:

Tripper: *wanders out onto the deck, walks in circles for a bit, flops down*
Me: (from just inside the door) Tripper, come!
Tripper: *stares at me with the 'but I'm laying down' look*
Me: Tripper, fresh boy, come!
Tripper: *huffs, kicks his legs at me, looks away*
Me: *gets up and walks outside, crouches down to nudge him until he gets up*
Tripper: *rolls on his back, apparently thinking I finally see things his way and came out to rub his belly; gives me a grin*
Me: D: THIS IS THE OPPOSITE OF GETTING UP *nudges repeatedly*
Tripper: *finally gets up* *follows me inside*
Me: Good boy...lay on the couch *pats couch*
Tripper: *long-suffering stare* *puts one paw on couch, then acts as if he can't climb up on the couch he LAYS ON EVERY DAY* *turns to go back outside after 'giving up'*
Me: D8 nooooo lay on the couch! *steers him towards the couch*
Tripper: *huffs* *finally climbs on couch*
Me: C: *sits and pets him for awhile* *goes back to computer*
Tripper: *watches me for a moment* *jumps off couch and walks to the door, looks at me again*
Me: ...D: Tripper, where ya goin?
Tripper: *walks outside, looks at me again*
Me: Tripper, come.
Tripper: *flops down on deck*
Me: D8 D8 D8

I finally had to shut the door, or I would have been chasing him back in all day, lmfao. It's not his fault though, he can't figure out why he's suddenly not allowed to lay outside...reminds me of when we first got the new furniture in the other room, which he's not allowed on; after the first few times of getting shooed off, he would climb on slowly, watching whoever was in the room with him, I think to figure out what exactly it was he was doing wrong.