Hi Gang Well, Daddy got a new toy Friday night and the sound of it sent me into a major war dance. He said he was tired of feeding his pooter those little square biscuits all the time and he wanted to try something called Win95 so he brought home something that he only had to feed one BIG biscuit to (tape drive).. It whirred and made really weid sounds and I kept trying to figure out what it was. I couldn't quite reach it so Daddy finally let me check it out. He put me up on his desk so's I could see what was making that noise! Once I knew what it was and had satisfied my curiosity, I knew it wasn't anything that was gonna hurt my folks, so I calmed down. Mom cleaned the computer room yesterday and kept me in my condo while she worked. I couldn't believe it! all the time I had spent arranging her stuff and Dad's... She even went into my hidey hole and took my stash of Daddy's dirty socks (he said something about not having any socks left)... When I woke up from a long nap, she was running something across the carpet that made even more noise than Daddy's toy. I hid under the rocker and watched it for a minute and then attacked it! I wasn't about to let it suck up my stuff that I'd worked so hard to place just so! Well, Mom insisted that the litter and torn bits of paper HAD to go, so reluctantly I let her finish what she was doing. I began to explore my territory and found that everythng had been cleaned, re-arranged, and put away! RATS! Now I have to start ALL OVER again... I tried to dismantle the bill trays again but she scolded me and told me I couldn't do that. So it was off to try to re-build my steps up to Mom's desk... again my efforts were foiled. I had to satisfy myself with checking out where she had put everything. I guess I'll just have to re-rearrange things a little at a time when she's not looking! <heehee> Actually, it's not so bad having the room nice and clean. Mom and Dad said I was much calmer last night than usual. In fact, they were worried because I WASN'T biting their ankles. <sigh> You can't win. When you bite they scold..when you don't they worry!. Mom and Dad started doing something new with me Friday night and I'm not sure but I think they were trying to teach me something. When I chomped them, they leaned down and grabbed my scruff with their teeth and gave me a gentle shake. They didn't hurt me at all but the approach they took sure got my attention. I guess maybe they were telling me I shouldn't bite quite so hard. I'm trying really hard to do better. OH.. and I saved Daddy from being sucked into the black hole that eats socks! I grabbed one of his socks as it was still on his foot and pulled and pulled, holding him back from being sucked into that "other world sock universe!" I won.. and I saved my Daddy! He loved on me and thanked me for saving him! My Daddy loves me (Mom does too).. Happy Father's Day, Daddy! Love and hugs to all Peanut and his folks (Don and Judi) [Posted in FML issue 1604]