Dexter is a gift. I was writing today when he decided i was done.
He jumps across my bed caique style and stands on the keyboard.
“Good bird.” (A new phrase dexter had learned)
I was almost done hitting my nanowrimo goal so i pick him up and put him on my knee. He jumps back onto the keyboard and again, “good bird”
He does it a third time, and in a mixture of amusement and frustration, i say u”uxzxz.
“Oh my gosh” and dexter responded with “yeah.”
Dexter did it again while i was typing this and i left the key mashing in. Consider
That his side of the story.
He jumps across my bed caique style and stands on the keyboard.
“Good bird.” (A new phrase dexter had learned)
I was almost done hitting my nanowrimo goal so i pick him up and put him on my knee. He jumps back onto the keyboard and again, “good bird”
He does it a third time, and in a mixture of amusement and frustration, i say u”uxzxz.
“Oh my gosh” and dexter responded with “yeah.”
Dexter did it again while i was typing this and i left the key mashing in. Consider
That his side of the story.