Dad and I have a common interest!

I have made it quite clear that my favorite is Oldest Lad, and that my back-up is Mom. I just discovered, however, that Dad and I share a common interest, a bond.
We both dig holes.

Last night was another night of poor sleeping arrangements at the Pennie Complex. New bedroom furniture is due to arrive on Friday, and in preparation Dad took apart the old bed set, putting the box spring and mattress on the floor. Mom did not think the "Concrete Queen" could get any firmer, but without the frame, it was harder even than sleeping on the sidewalk.

Dad rapidly snored off, but Mom tossed and turned, and finally at two am left for the couch. Mulligan waited for Mom to be settled, then joined her, so she had to get up again to open up the baby gate.

I stayed with Dad. Dad snuggled with me all night. It wasn't until morning that Dad realized that he was snuggling with ME, Pennie, instead of Mom.

Dad: "When did you go downstairs last night?"
Mom: "I gave up and went down at two am."
Dad: "Oh. Well, I didn't notice until morning that you were gone. I was snuggling with Pennie all night and thought it was you! I should have known by her Skinny Butt that it was Pennie and not you."

Yes, Dad dug quite a large hole right there. Perhaps he and I can go outside and hunt for moles together, since he is so adept at digging holes.

Mom did not say anything, she just stared at Dad and blinked a few times. Then Dad said: "I think I just myself a hole there, now, didn't I?"

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