Mama’s taking Grandma out of town for a doctor’s appointment, so I’m in charge of her blog.
Why not? I know you’ve missed hearing from me!
I don’t like Mama’s fascination with owls these days. It’s not healthy. Surely she realizes you’re all tired of reading about them.
Or maybe not.
But you should be because owls are disgusting!
The last time we were in Gulfport, Mama took me for a nighttime potty break. There we were, strolling along and minding our own business, when we walked under a tree and an owl hooted. Mama nearly jumped out of her skin!
Did that deter her? It did not.
Why, she’s even got a stuffed one on her desk. Have you ever noticed those things don’t blink? They just sit there with an accusing stare.
You know, this has been a week of indignation. It started on Monday, when I thought Mama and I were going for a nice drive in the car.
First off, she made me hop into and out of the car. Two times.
C’mon, Mama, you know I’m royalty and am accustomed to being gently lifted for car rides. Kings do NOT hop, plain and simple.
Then, she took me to the groomer’s and made a point of telling her I looked like a refuge. Whatever that is.
Probably nothing complimentary, from the sound of her voice and the way the two of them looked at me.
You’d have thought I had fleas or something. Yuck!
The groomer is a nice enough lady, but who wants to be shaved “down there” and “back there,” too?
I don’t want anybody getting that familiar with me. Besides, hair growing back in causes a world of itching, don’t you know?
Anyway, I’m guessing Mama will be gone a long time today. She put “Mr. Pee-Pad” down and told me to use him if I needed to.
What’s up with that? Me, “go” in the house?
No-siree, no way. I’ll just cross my legs and hold it as usual (but if she’s gone too long, why, I’ll destroy one of her stupid owls, HeeHee!!)
You won’t tell, right?!