Merrick the Entertainer

Merrick has been really busy this week. Obviously, taking selfies on his LeapPad while he is supposed to be resting. This is a bit overprocessed for my tastes, but the subject is certainly handsome. ;)

He also has been busy entertaining now only himself, but other people. Such as the diners at Chipotle the other night. He was pouting, and decided he was going to sit at his own table. I said "help yourself, and maybe next time buy your own dinner while you're at it". Well, I might have just thought the part about buying his own dinner, but I did tell him with that attitude of his there probably wasn't room at the table for it to sit down. So mid-way through the meal I look over and he's climbed up the umbrella outside on the pavilion. He was in a much better mood, so maybe next time he's acting like a butt, I'll send him outside to climb....anything.

After we got back from dinner, a few of my sisters were over at my house. When one of them went into the other room Merrick hid around the corner (yes, in his underwear and his hat...he was fresh out of the bath) and told me he was hiding so he could "fight her" when she got back. Fight her he did...I think she lost.

We helped out some friends the other day by watching their youngest daughter/sister, and when Merrick first came out of his room that morning he was mortified that there was someone he didn't know in his house. (He's can be a little shy like his mama.) But as is typical of my hooligans, they warm up fast. He was soon very attached to our extra "hooligan", and felt the need to impress her with his typical stunts. I discouraged the repeating of this particular stunt, but was pretty impressed, as usual, at his balance. 

Merrick, the oldest of my wild animals, never ceases to keep me (and lots of other folks) entertained and laughing. He does also occasionally surprise me with his sweetness, too. The other night we were watching TV, and he started rubbing my feet out of nowhere. (Yeah, someday he's gonna make some girl, who I will try not to give too much grief, one heck of a hubby.) I never know where I'm going to find him next, or what he might say, or what stunt I will catch him trying. Speaking of...I should probably go get him off the kitchen counter.