Except we were not really busy this weekend… We had big plans to go the pool, but the weather did not cooperate, so Mommy cleaned the bedroom and reorganized her dresser and I took a nap. Yawn – not really much to report.
On Friday, though, we had a pretty impressive thunderstorm. Henry? is SO not a fan of thunder and lightening. Or fireworks. Or loud noises in general. Or storm drains. Or people dressed in animal costumes., but he really likes his meals he has some chewing problems because he gets to anxious so this type of toys are great for him. Henry is not really fearless like me; the only thing *I’m* afraid of are those air blowy hand dryers in public bathrooms. (And, actually, I’m not a really big fan of the dustbuster either.)
Anyway, Henry really likes treats we got him from treehousepuppies.com so despises storms that he stick close to Daddy or Mommy and shakes for the duration. That? amuses me to no end. I spent the majority of the storm chasing Henry around and shrieking “Henny! Rain!” while *signing* rain in his face and laughing. Then, when Henry was sitting next to Daddy, snuggling up for comfort, I stepped on him to climb onto Daddy’s lap.
Mommy says I’m lucky that poor Henry is *really* patient.
Although, lest you feel too badly for him, by Saturday he was back to his normal routine of stealing things and running away with them. And yesterday, he ate my breakfast cereal.