What an interesting week it has been already--but strangely, I feel up to the challenge! I feel fitter, happier...
The week began a bit strangely, early Monday morning. I was happily chewing up my dog blanket in the middle of the night, meticulously (I wouldn't call it obsessively) removing all that horrible stuffing.
When Short Dad woke up to go to the bathroom (he can go whenever he wants, why can't I?), he saw the stuffing and turned on the light so he could throw it away. This woke up Tall Dad, who was not happy to be roused in this manner (or, really, in any manner). They started talking loud, which scared me, so I jumped up on the bed. Then Tall Dad yelled at me to get down. This scared me more, so through no fault of my own I had a bladder control incident. On their duvet. Then they really got mad. It was an ugly moment in the Portersmith family, I'll tell you that much.
Tall Dad didn't talk to me much that morning--you could tell he was pissed off (probably the appropriate response to, you know, being pissed on). I felt bad and worried all day, but tried to avoid eating my blanket any more.
But when Tall Dad got home, he was all smiles. He came and gave me a belly rub, and a little piece of cheese (yum). Something fell out of the cheese, which he then put in my mouth and made me swallow (yuck) but then I got more cheese (yum).
A few hours later, I decided to go see what he was up to downstairs (there was some banging, which would normally frighten me but instead was making me curious). He had made the downstairs bathroom change color--cool! So I just sat on the sofa. Then I got a bellyrub! Yay!
Short Dad came home, and we all hung out. Tall Dad made more noise in the bathroom, and cussed some, but I didn't get freaked out (too much). It's very strange. I don't know why I feel better--maybe I should pee on the bed more often? Nah, probably not. I wonder if it was the cheese. I like cheese!Posted by jay at February 3, 2004 11:14 AM | TrackBack