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If there’s one thing Merlin is good at, it’s flailing about.

Flailing from Kate Moynihan on Vimeo.

Merlin loves stuffed dog toys.  By “loved” I mean that he thoroughly enjoys ripping them limb from limb in the span of about ten seconds.  I gave up getting him stuffed toys, other than for extremely special occasions (his birthday) when he was about five months old.  Our good friends Toby (a min pin) and Jackie (a human) got him a stuffed Santa Claus for Christmas.  I avoided giving it to him at first, because I did not want stuffing all over my house.  I was very surprised however, when Merlin became very overprotective  of his gift.

He carries Santa everywhere.  He loves to show you his special toy.  He snuggles with him.  I put Santa up at night time, because there is a thing inside him that used to say “Ho Ho Ho, Merry Christmas.” That is the only thing that has been broken on Santa though, other than one ripped foot.  It’s unbelievable to me that the toy has lasted this long.

He lurves his Santa.

Merlin has discovered that there are many good places to lay in our house.  Lately one of his favorites has been the blue papazan chair in the living room, which he hasn’t even tried to get up in since he was a puppy.

He’s only run into trouble twice getting up in this chair.  By trouble I mean, the top of the chair tipped over and it ended up chasing him out of the way.  He did not like that.

I may end up doing two entries for Merlin Monday today.  I have some really, really adorable pictures that I wanted to put up, but apparently they are still on my camera!

The new house is close to several major roads.  This is great for me, as it means easy access to stores and the like.  It also means that we hear a lot of sirens, which Merlin can’t help but express himself over…

This is what happens no matter what time of the day it is, or what he was doing prior to hearing the siren.  He can be in a dead sleep, but his reaction remains the same.  He jumps up, looks out the window, and then howls long and low.  Then he’ll look out the window again, listen, and howl again if the offensive noise hasn’t dissipated.  I guess consistency is key.

Howling Good Time from Kate Moynihan on Vimeo.

Merlin truly enjoys being comfortable.  Ever since we got the daybed, he has really relished in the fact that he has a bed all to himself whenever he wants to.

He would prefer it if I was there for him to snuggle up to though.  Heaven forbid he gets cold.