Schooner

Schooner, hanging out in the cubby of our chested drawers. His way of coping with the trauma of being away for two weeks while we were in the Bahamas.

The Brush Stand

Schooner has become addicted to the brush and leaps up onto the coffee table every chance he gets for a quick brush down (which is every time he sees one of us up and about). He’ll go so far as to pick up the brush in his mouth in the morning and drop it on the metal table with a loud bang until it wakes one of us up to come brush him. If he’s feeling particularly playful he’ll hit the table on a dead run, land on the towel we’ve set up for him to stand on while we brush him, and slide off the other side. Not scared mind you but enjoying it immensely. If he weren’t so cute it would be annoying, but he loves it as do we so it works.