Monsters

There was, briefly, a Monster under my bed. He's feeling particularly perky today, it would seem. Little Brother already ragged on our little fangsome psycho about it.

He's been fed... and maybe that's the cause... watered... or that could be it... and well walked... which in this muggy heat shouldn't inspire psycho-ness. Now, he's bouncing around, and under with the object-that-was-formerly-a-bone. He's been under the sofa, under my bed, under my desk... underfoot.

Hrm. Maybe I should farm him off to visit 'grandpa'. Who, yesterday, decided he needed to buy a gentle-leader to keep at his house for the Monster. My father = psycho too.

I don't have a dog, I just play nanny to my father's dog, it would sometimes seem. Heh.