Yesterday afternoon, Lion had a doctor’s appointment. I’m sure I remember him telling me when he made it. I just don’t remember when it comes up. He “sprang” it on me the other day when he found out we could get a drive-through flu shot. A what? Yup. A drive-through flu shot. [Lion comments: You do have to slow down while they do it.] The office our primary care doctors work out of didn’t have appointments till October, but we were able to get appointments yesterday in Seattle where his other appointment was scheduled. 2020 is definitely a strange year.
While we were waiting for the doctor, Lion asked what we should have for dinner. I ran down the usual suspects and Lion growled. Why can’t I think of something else? He suggested stir fry. I never thought of that so I agreed. On the way home, he asked if I’d rather have barbecue. It made sense. We were going right past the barbecue place. Why not? Done.
I’ve been trying to get the house cleaned up for a while. I finally found the top of the kitchen table so I asked if Lion wanted to eat in the kitchen. I reasoned that he’d be less likely to create a mess with his ribs if he had a solid surface to eat them on. Just before he started eating, I sweetened the pot by nullifying the spilling rule for the night. It’s almost impossible to eat sauce-dripping ribs without spilling, or at least getting some on your hands that transfers to your shirt even with napkins or paper towels. Lion was more than happy to accept it. And, wouldn’t you know, when he’s allowed to make a mess with no consequences, his shirt was pristine. Go figure!
Once we hit the bedroom, Lion snoozed. I figured the outing did him in. He answered a few Jeopardy questions in his sleep and then woke up a bit around 8. I was about the ask if he felt up to playing when he asked me if we were going to play. He said he could go either way. If he’s not up for it, why do it? I let it go and Lion snoozed off and on for a while. Then, around bedtime, he asked if we could snuggle. Did that mean he wanted to play earlier? I don’t know. I thought by asking earlier, he’d let me know what he wanted. Did he leave it up to me because he didn’t want to decide?
The problem with asking him, I guess, is that he doesn’t want to impose on me. We play for him. I don’t think I’ll ever feel slighted if he says he doesn’t want to play because he truly doesn’t want to play. He’s done that before and I’ve never pushed him to play when he says he doesn’t want to. However, if he says he doesn’t want to play because he thinks I don’t want to play or he knows I’m tired so “don’t worry about it”, then I have a problem. If he doesn’t give me an honest answer, he can’t be upset, annoyed, sad, neglected, etc. that we didn’t play. If I have a reason that I don’t want to/can’t play, I’ll be honest.
This morning, Lion told me I have a horny Lion on my hands. I’m glad. I can have lots of fun with a horny Lion. But first, there’s the matter of de-furring. The hair above his penis is starting to tickle my nose again. But it’s the hair on his balls that is surprisingly long. How did that happen? Maybe the cage pushing his balls out actually increases blood flow and that increases hair growth. Weird. I’m thinking I’ll just do the front side this time. The back end hasn’t been bad the past few times. Of course, it was never as furry as the front. We’ll see how it goes. And, since I’m in the neighborhood of a wild weenie, I’ll have to give him a few yanks if not some sucks. It just has to be done.