It all started when Joe got up this morning for work. This is usually
This morning, just as soon as Bondi got all comfy, we were both seriously disturbed by a CRASH. BANG. BOOM that was Joe's "man closet" coming out of the wall and falling to a disastrous pile on the floor.
See, Joe & I had a slight *closet space* issue and I was sick and tired of having an apartment that looked as though the dryer exploded my wardrobe into the living room because I had no room to hang my clothes. So I
It looked something like this last night, except with a big Australian flag hanging on the wall above it and a PBR Snowboard serving as a shelf - very manish.
Well, apparently it was installed wrong or Joe was too rough with his hangers this morning or SOMETHING because this morning, it looked like this:
This was clearly very upsetting to Bondi, because he started shaking violently and would no longer be a good little spoon.
The closet. Tail between his legs.
Under my desk by my feet.
Bondi, not even tempted by his *favorite* Chicken Jerky Treats, aka Doggy Crack.
When the fire alarm stopped, Bondi was still shaking for a good hour and wouldn't touch his food. He didn't pep up until we got into the car. He *loves* car rides and is a great co-pilot... I swear he sits in the front seat just like a little person.
BUT... but.. but.. Bondi's Terrible Tuesday was not over. We had a stop to make at the Car Wash. Vaccum cleaners - he's not a fan.
And here's Bondi in the wayyy back of the Subaru, hiding from / trying to ignore the scary vaccum cleaner.
PS- While cleaning the car, I found my long-lost camera!! Yayyyyyy! No more crappy Blackberry pictures :)