Mug Rug messing around. I used some of my coveted owl fabric. Now I wonder why I'm hoarding that stuff. It is kind of cute and we have a soft spot for owls in my family. And by soft spot, I mean a silly obsession.
My daughter hit a baby owl when she first learned to drive. If I've told this story before, I apologize. Anyway, it was Hollywood's first night driving experience and we were coming through the neighborhood. She heard a little thump and thought she hit something. We stopped the car and Inspector Gadget got out and rescued a baby owl from the street. He set it in someone's yard. Hopefully it survived. I've been planting owl crap in her room and on her clothes ever since. You can find some very odd owl stuff if you're on the lookout. That's an acorn owl I found. There's nothing like hearing your child scream when a phantom owl appears out of nowhere.
Bones got a new-to-him pillow. Obviously he prefers laying next to the TV stand under his monkey blanket. I love watching him burrow under blankets. It's a process. Dachshunds were bred to hunt badgers, but Bones makes do with squirrels and ducks. He doesn't actually catch anything, but our yard is squirrel and duck free if Bones is on security detail. This badger video is riddled with bad words, but it cracks me up. Don't click unless you're 12 like me.