My final Minnesota Twins game of the year. They likely will set their team record for the most losses ever... I will alway enjoy going to a Twins' game (baseball was probably my first non-mom love although mom passed her love of baseball on to me) no matter how much they suck. And I think the boyz would really love running around the outfield of Target Field, the second most beautiful ballpark I've been to (behind Pittsburgh's).
Diego-san had some poo stuck to his hind quarters furs when he came upstairs to be combed. I smelled it right away and started calling him Mr. Stinky. He wasn't too appreciative of that. He reminded me his nose is much more sensitive than mine and I don't exactly smell like roses.
Diego-san thinks he now has enough on me to blackmail me for anything he wants. He's threatening to go public unless I give in to his demands (more treats, hugs, and doing something about that annoying younger brother).
I took all of last week off from work becoming one of the annoying people who complain they have to take vacation time because if they don't, they've hit their cap and will lose vacation time. I think Diego-san got used to having me home almost all the time...
Diego-san's place during guitar practice is usually on the bed next to me. Theo and Thompson's place is downstairs out of sight (and probably sound). Afterward Theo and Thompson join Diego-san and myself upstairs. They do however, always look a little skittish as if I might pull out the guitar for one more song.