A Foolish Figure

I'm pretty sure that fanfiction.net doesn't move your story to the top of the queue if it hasn't been 24 hour since you last posted.  *sob*

In other news.  My stomach growled, and Arthur went on high alert.  Cutest, dumbest dog ever.

In other other news, I apparently forgot to shut the bedroom door when I left.  It's a good thing he's a good dog, or George and Lennie might not be with us anymore. 

I send out an email last night to my friends in GCF to ask if someone might watch my chinchillas for two weeks since I didn't want to "bring my chinchillas and their paraphernalia home with me."  This was the reply I got this morning:

"Although a little on the long side, 'chinchilla paraphernalia' would be a great name for a rock band."

I love my grad school friends.

Scene:  The Kebster is sitting at her computer editing what is sure to be the great novel of the 21st century.  The Kebster's dog, Arthur, is lying on the ground, semi-comatose.  The Kebster's chinchillas, George and Lennie, are chewing frantically at one of their wooden platforms--quite literally sawing off the branch they are sitting on. 


Georgen'Lennie: making threatening stances at each other Reah Reah Reah !  [that is my attempt at chinchilla nasty noises]

Kebster:  distracted from novel-of-the-century Stop it guys!

GnL: continue preparing for epic battle

Kebster:  Oh!  Do you guys need food? 

Comatose Arthur: JUMPS UP INSTANTLY AT FULL ALERT    FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Did I mention that Arthur was a dog?


EDIT:

Two more entertaining doggie moments this evening.

1. Arthur has been chasing the two flies that are haunting my apartment.  He may be scared of many things, but in the face of flies he is a noble hunter!   I hope he has better luck catching them than I have.  At least he sticks to it longer than I.   But there is nothing quite like watching a dog chase and snap at what (from about three feet distance) looks like thin air.

2.  After his failure in procuring a moscian (totally made that word up.  But if Will can do it, why can't I?) meal, the poor starving canine had to do something.  So, he walked around in his very up-to-no-good way.  He disappeared, and suddenly I started hearing pig noises.  When I got up to investigate, I found him licking at his empty bowl, snorting and oinking, as if he were dying of starvation.  I'm telling you...you'd never guess that I feed that dog a proper amount of proper dog food AND and let him lick off almost every plate...

3. Arthur was lying half asleep a few minutes ago.  He (unfortunately for me) let out a short, but potent little fart.  He JUMPED, frightened by the noise that came from right behind him.  Then, he turned around and started searching for whatever dastartdly intruder could have mad that noise.

Unfortunately, I don't have to get up to find evidence for what made that noise...

Now he's making half hearted attempts to capture George and Lennie.  I guess it is sort of cruel for me to force him to live in harmony with what must appear to him to be mutated SQUIRRELS!