I Resolve...

Is it sad that I want a new house just so I can get a bigger aquarium?

Marc and I are actually probably going to start looking this spring. Mostly, we need a bigger yard (for the dogs), and that's probably going to require that we move into an older house, which sucks, because I love new houses. Although I could come to love an older house, as long as it's not all crappy and such. And a big yard would be cool.

Speaking of dogs, Bandit has developed a habit of sneaking onto the downstairs couch to sleep. We know he does it when we're not home, because we've come home a couple times, and he's lying there, not moving, but his eyes are open, and he's looking at us like he thinks if he doesn't move, we won't see him. And other times we find paw indentations on the couch cushion.

So lately, especially if it's just me downstairs on the other couch, I've caught him actually walking over to the couch, and VERY slowly and deliberately and quietly put one foot on the couch and then the rest of his body and then VERY quietly lay down and curl up on the couch. You KNOW he's trying not to be noticed, which is hilarious.

One time over break, I didn't even see him do this (I think I was watching TV), and didn't realize he was there until he hopped off when he saw Marc coming down the stairs. I guess we know who he thinks wears the pants in the family.

Oh, and Stubby apparently has decided that trying to hump his sister is not enough. The other day, he and Bandit were lying in front of the fireplace, and Stubby grabs the fur on the back of Bandit's neck with his mouth, and then proceeds to try to straddle him. He tried it twice! I'm not sure what a 10-pound cat thought he was going to do with a 50-pound dog, but the dog definitely didn't appreciate it.