Percy: Remember when Jan stopped to meet someone who used to work at Martha Mill? While they talked, Marcus stripped down to his collar with one leash attached. To this day he swears the devil made him do it.
Buddy: He was so proud of himself for getting out of his harness and one of two leashes. He used to be such an escape artist until Jan started clipping his harness to his collar.
Percy: It's been so hot and humid lately Marcus hasn't been getting into much mischief. I kind of miss that.
Buddy: You miss what?
Percy: Oh, you're right. What was I thinking? It's so peaceful here when Marcus is passed out with the rest of us.
Buddy: On the other paw, it has been kind of boring around here lately. Except for those moments when Marcus races around screeching at everyone because he thinks he's going for a walk.
Percy: Or Jan is taking out the trash. Or cleaning the litter pans. I don't know where he got the idea he's the official trash escort. It's not like Jan can't find her own way outside to the trash can.
Buddy: Well, she does tend to get lost between the living room and kitchen a lot.
Percy: Then I guess Marcus does have a purpose here. We old furries can sleep while he snoopervises Jan.
Buddy: So this week we are thankful for the screwball Marcus?
Percy: I'm afraid so.
Note: Sorry we have been missing for a while. We will probably be around sporadically until we all feel better.
We're joining the Thankful Thursday blog hop at Brian's Home.
