All due respect and all, but what we really want here is pictures of your furry loved ones! Please and thank you!!
When the claws are involved, I consider that ‘kneading’. Otherwise, it’s ‘making biscuits’.
My 14 yr old girl was busy with my folded blanket this morning. Maybe she’s starting a bakery. The little guy, OTOH, doesn’t do biscuits.
Time to bungee cord or baby lock that drawer’s handle to the bottom cabinet handle so they can’t do that anymore!
That pic just cracks me up.
Our boy was found orphaned on a road. I don’t think he had enough mommy time to truly develop the kneading. It’s very rudimentary with him.
Not all my cats have been kneaders. But the ones who ere, were very enthusiastic. It must be self-soothing.
I was wondering why my pansies had quit blooming. This morning I glanced out the window and saw a chipmunk waiting in line for the food dish jump down and start eating the buds. Cheeky little twirp. I guess he was starving. I had put the pot of pansies on the little table to keep it safe from the slugs. The best laid plans etc.
He knows all the answers already.
I absolutely love this dog!!!
He is, indeed, lovable. He was rescued when he was nine. Now he is thirteen. I am not sure he knows his name. We work around that by plying him with food, ear rubs, and walks. He tolerates us. He commandeers such couches and chairs as he wishes. At night his one concession to being a dog is sleeping in his bed, next to ours, until nine. However, to get him into it requires 6 or 7 biscuits.
Some dogs are people. And usually they’re the very best people.
A good boy! He loves you; he’s just maintaining his royal prerogatives.
Heated lumbar pillow?