Ahhh, 3-day weekend.  I’m all about that.  So far my morning has consisted of coffee, a bagel, and about 30 games of Word Twist on Facebook.  It’s gonna be a humdinger of a day, I can tell already.

Donette got home from her latest adventure last night.  On the way to pick her up, Teagan and I stopped by her parents house for a visit.  She got along just famously with their dog Charlie, although she seemed genuinely concerned that he wouldn’t play tug with her.  On the other end of the spectrum, she was not a big hit with their three cats.  Ohhhh, for a video camera.  I’m not really sure what triggered them, but one of them attacked and the other two instantly joined in.  They were (literally) flying at her from three different directions with a tactically coordinated “strike and retreat” method.  Poor little Teagan was so baffled she ended up on the floor covering her head with her paws.  Geez, between getting beat up by Bob’s dog last weekend and now a pack of cats, her confidence has to be taking a hit.  She seemed to shake it off pretty quickly though, she was back to jacking with them in no time, from behind the relative safety of a baby gate.  Which, incidentally, didn’t speak too well to her intelligence…  She didn’t appear to have any recognition that the sounds they were making were most definitely not of a friendly nature.  Oh well, she’ll learn.  (Or not.)