It has been guest time here at the Hammond house. Jay's sister has been here all week and goes home tomorrow. The day after she leaves my mom and sister-in-law Cheri arrive for a visit. This hasn't left me much time for blogging, so I thought I would sneak in a picture heavy Fergus Friday post.
Fergus is now eight months old, and seems to be growing more mischievous with age rather than less. Don't be fooled by this innocent pose.
Now that he is bigger he is able to get up onto furniture that we really don't want him on. This is the coffee table in our living room. It used to be a place Jay could leave his newspapers, magazines and books and expect them to be there when he returned. Not any longer. Fergus's favourite periodical is The Economist. What you can't see in this picture is the section he has ripped out. There is nothing Fergus likes better than a good paper shredding session. Last week's Economist proved particularly troublesome to read due to the fact Fergus managed to bite the whole top corner of the magazine off.
Last week I was sitting at the kitchen table doing something on my computer when a flash of white caught my eye. I looked up and could not believe it! There was Fergus, sitting on top of our dining room table liked he owned it. I have no clue how he got up there.
I am not the only one who loves whipped cream in this house. Fergus goes crazy when he sees me take the hand mixer out. He runs over to the floor beside me, waiting for little bits to splatter onto the floor, then licks them up before Jenny can get them. Even better are the beaters and spatula.
My mom is going to have conniption fits when she is here. She is not an animal lover, and somehow I just don't think she is going to find scenes like this quite as endearing as we do.