He Arrives On Thursday

I'm not sure how excited he's going to be about it though. Who is it that I am speaking of? Why, this guy right here:

That's right. Peavey Cat Walter is making his way from the garden state (NJ - for those of you uncultured enough to only think of...not...gardening things...when you think...okay, I don't know where I was going with that...my apologies) to the last frontier (AK). While Eric and Elyse are sad to see him go, we are pretty excited to see him come. Thanks again guys for taking such good care of him while we were in Oklahoma!

Now, how excited Peavey will be to get out here is anybody's guess. We think he'll be somewhat relieved to be away from the other dogs and cats that E&E have, so he'll probably be happy to be the lone pet, getting ALL the pet love here. However, his elation may be short lived when he sees the boys again. I guess I should say, when the boys see him again, as Zeke has starting hugging every dog he is allowed to pet, and I'm sure the same is going to go for the cat. While it is incredibly sweet to see Zeke wrap his arms around the neck of a great dane and just hang out making that "mmm" sound you make when you get/give a good hug, I'm not sure Peavey will find it sweet. At all. And Deacon's just a beast, so there's that too.

As if that weren't enough to make Peavey Cat wish he were back in the lower 48 (as they are called out here), we live in dogland. Here is a "dog count" for you (the orange numbers are how many dogs live in that particular house):

this picture requires an update. the 1? is actually 1, and the
2 from crazy lady's house should be 1 now.
one of her dogs died last week.very sad.

In case you can't count past ten without taking your socks and shoes off, and taking your socks and shoes off isn't something you feel like doing at the moment, I'll add that up for you. Twelve. There are 12 dogs living on this street. Yeah, Peavey's going to love that. I tell you who does love it though. Zeke. Every. single. time. dogs anywhere on the street are out, he runs to the window, announces the fact that a dog (or dogs) is (are) out and then proceeds to bark like the yappy ones across the street. So, it goes like this: "Dog! Dog! Woof! Woof! Woof! panting sounds Dog! Woof! Woof! Dog! Dog!" and so forth. He has gotten better about it, but before our stuff came, it was the excitement of the morning, afternoon, evening, etc.

All of this is just a long winded way of saying that Peavey is coming on Thursday! Maybe he'll help out with the squirrels.