Arthur and I have been recovering from the cold. So today started out with a long nap.
Today marked the beginning of a new era in Arthur's development: he's totally paranoid that we're going to ditch him whenever company visits. OK, it doens't help that company frequently comes over to watch him while we scrape the hosue. But today was Very High Drama. The Pearwood Pipers came over to reherse for Shrewsbury and Arthur was sure that I was going to blow the joint to go buy Pepsi or something. We sat down on the couch and he would burst into tears anytime I got further than twelve inches away from him.
In other news, "dogfood" is Arthur's new "mu" statement whenever he doesn't want to perform like a trained monkey. And "Gordon" (the proud locomotive who pulls the express from the Thomas the Tank Engine world) is the current leader of Arthur's pantheon. Gordon, James, Percey and Toby form a kind of holy family. But to the best of my knowledge, only Gordon gets hymns written to him:
Doe, a deer, a female Gordon
Ray, a drop of golden Gordon
Me, a name I call Gordon
Far, a long long way to Gordon
Sew, a needle pulling Gordon
La, a note to follow Gordon
Tea, a drink with jam and Gordon
That will bring us back to Gordon!
Oh, yes... Tomorrow is Mark's birthday.