In other news, she will not stop cleaning out my ears and squirting stuff into them. I shall have to have another cease and desist drafted.
In other news, she will not stop cleaning out my ears and squirting stuff into them. I shall have to have another cease and desist drafted.
Multiple, repeated, flagrant violations of Item Number 29 (re: PetCo) this week, and then this morning insoluble complexity vis a vis tail position (stalking requires tail down position, meeting methamphetamine-addicted Aussie requires tail up position, so these occurring in too-rapid succession produced an internal conflict, which is bad for my emotional wellbeing, so she needs to *do* something about this).
On the other hand, excellent choice of snacks for my acupuncture later today.
I’m so depressed. My knee has been acting up, I have been excessively warehoused, the weather is not entirely to my liking, she violated my ears the other day without just cause, I was shortchanged – not once, not twice, not a few times – two entire days on glovebox snacks and, although I got my bath on time and in my personal spa, she neglected pants.
As if this weren’t enough, yesterday I ran into Ginkgo and he was with another dog.
In animal welfare treatises, it is emphasized that I be able to engage in my species-normal behavior patterns, for example, in paragraph two, line one of The Behavioral Environment section here, as well as in the conclusion, which explicitly calls for my ”freedom to engage in the species-typical basic activities.”
Therefore, open the door.
It continues to be good to be me. The weather improves so there is reasonable chance my next bath will be in my personal spa and not at the bacteria-laden public bathhouse. There are inevitably hydrophobes there that whine and gripe and carry on, giving me a migraine during the interminable blow-out with the 9-volt battery dryer.
Then the glovebox stash was down to fumes yesterday and I could have had a blood sugar crash, however this catastrophe was nicely averted.
Yet all of this is dwarfed by my discovery of the rock cat caves.
Suicide cat under the car this morning. Then she made me beef with broccoli and rice, which is excellent. The carrots and sweet potatoes with turkey was edible but went on far too long. She also evened my pants after my bath, so I am sporty and symmetrical.
It is good to be me.