the biscuit crumbles
he hates the vacuum. well, they both hate the vacuum, but daisy is a little more laid back about it. and, as i suspected, when the vacuum was brought out, biscuit began to whine and make his doggy-talking noises. you know, like he wants to say something but can't? all while i was vacuuming, he barked and barked, darting bravely around the imposing plastic beast. he even nipped at it a little. maybe he's getting braver, which is suprising since he's...less than a man. it even seemed like he was trying to protect daisy. either that or trying to keep her from stealing his kudos. sometimes, he would get tired and walk around panting, then after mustering some strength, begin barking again. he barked until i put it in the closet, then he went up to it and sniffed, shuffled over to his water bowl, dripped puddles from his cheeks onto the floor, sprawled out on the linoleum, and farted. boys are so weird.