Rainy Days and Boris Always Get Me Down

It has been raining all day in my neck of the woods. Being that I am in what looks to be another drought-stricken season, rain is much welcomed. What isn't quite so embraced is dealing with Boris during days he doesn't get to frolic outside in the yard. 

Big brother Whiskey has no problem spending the day snoring away on the bed, but Boris is like the Cat in the Hat times 10--minus the rhyming, of course, and the machine that cleans everything up before the human arrives home. In this case, I am the human, and the human sometimes works from home as a journalist, which means a lot of time on the computer writing and researching.

Boris researching

During the first hour of work, Boris broke the child safety locks and was found rummaging through cleaning supplies, bags and an over abundance of unopened condiments stored under the kitchen sink. I now have a trashcan in front of my sink to keep the door closed, which is every interior decorator's dream.

Boris writing

Then he decided that the four-foot tall stack of books that resides up against the wall until I can read them was in his way, so that came crashing down. 

The closet was the next victim. Boris managed to slide open the door and knock over the dirty clothes basket, and tried to climb a shirt that was hanging in his new clubhouse. 

Next up he delved deeper into his never ending quest to rid the world of full water bowls.  Ten paper towels later, and I am either going to have to drive into the office to work or take my desk outside in the rain. The office feels awfully far away.

Finally, he seems to be ready for a nap. I sit down at my computer to finish a story, and the desk becomes the must-be place for my furry bundle of joy.

Still wouldn't trade him for the world.

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