Mom says that she wants me to stop dribbling everywhere or she's going to put a diaper on me. Well, that is completely out of the question.
I'm still fuming over this abominable harness/leash she brought home and guess who she decided to try to put it on? Gus? Nooo! Squeaky or Gerald? NO! No, she lured me into her lap with a particularly tasty-looking red piece of rotini. And then while I was innocently regarding this luscious morsel of rotini, she proceeded to try to strap this harness onto me. Well, I'm not bigger than Mom, but I do have a brain. I squealed and flopped over on my back and flailed my legs and pretended Mom was trying to kill me. Daddy immediately came to my rescue and yelled at Mom that she was humiliating and traumatizing me. YAY DAD! I got some extra treats out of that one.
But now that I know Mom is insane, I'm afraid she might really try to put a diaper on me. So for the past week I've had her convinced that I have not peed one single solitary drop. Little does she know that I've really just been holding Squeaky down and peeing on her head. :D
Oh and by the way peeps, this is a Q & A blog. Any questions?
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