I LOVE "SOFT PAWS"
How does one prevent Timmy and Jazz from shredding, scratching, clawing and destroying my beautiful new furniture?
Well, let me tell you how. FAKE NAILS.
Yep, you heard me right. Dropped the boys off at the vet, they trimming their nails back very short, and glued on fake nails that are slightly rounded at the tip, so they can still claw at things, but the nails don't penetrate the furniture. Just on the front paws, the back ones are still razor sharp for fighting purposes.
BUSINESS AS USUAL
Back from George(town), where Mr. B and I had a lovely, prosperous time. Yay! Since we had to stop 6 times on the way home, it took us until dark to get here.
Mr. B did his best rooster impersonation this morning, rising, cackling, and giggling at 4:30 am. After driving all day yesterday, I'm wiped out. He is showing no signs of weariness yet, and is currently jumping and whooping it up on the trampoline. :-)
I got my usual spit and polish at Salon Ecco from my hero Gerry, who has just returned from Tunisia. Apparently, not many Tunisians speak English, and being on the future EU track, don't have a huge incentive to learn. Gerry did his best in French, with a lot of hand gesturing.
I learned today that to make good french toast, you are supposed to use stale bread. That shouldn't be a problem around here.
I bought Airport from the Apple store. As soon as it's installed, TGG will have access to the internet on his iMac. Hmmmm, is this a good idea? :-)
I've been invited to an early dinner by J from the Blue Ridge Mountains. I hope I get to eat something forbidden, like pasta or a tuna melt. Yummers.
Oh dear, the nanny has just decided to eat a purple paint ball berry from the tree outside. She is asking if it's poisonous. Jeez, hell if I know. There she goes. I'll let you know if I need to call 911 (that would be twice in one week).
Now, excuse me while I pass out.
