There is no good way to say this, but here it is. Our pal, Hamish, has crossed over the bridge and that makes us very sad.
So to cheer us all up, I want to report on my attempts to amuse myself during the cold winter months.
When the Relentlessly Huge is the only game in town, one is forced to seek entertainment in whatever way possible.
For me, that involves goading the big lump into some actual movement. As usual, I found him "meditating" in the dog cave.
OK, I see signs of life, now here I am preparing to bop him on his big old head with my foot.
Oh, time out for an adorable pose!
Cuteness done, now to just bite him in the head. That usually elicits a response.
Observe my ninja skills in action. I levitated to the bed in a flash. Sadly, the large, striped, torpid one just pivoted into bitey position rather than going to the trouble of getting up.
A little bob and weave. Note that I have successfully moved the Relentlessly Stiff of Movement into a therapeutic doga pose.
Ultimately, I was unable to tempt him to actually rise from his recumbent position.
Well, at least his jaws are getting a workout.
P.S. Of course stupid momma decided to turn on the video just seconds before the beast became totally fatigued and unable to continue our game any longer. Oh well.