My parents have been talking about giving me that which must never be spoken out loud. Something that was forbidden during the “Summer of Minn”. Something that starts with a B and rhymes with math.
I had to nip this in the bud.
So, I decided to act like the soon-to-be 16 year old dog that, in fact, I am. I stumbled on the steps. I upped the throwing-up rate. And today, while Mom took me on a extended walk due to the wonderful weather, I collapsed on the ground. That was quite the convincing performance, if I say so myself. Mom thought I had suffered a stroke, and tearfully carried me back into the house.
I was fine. She fell for it hook, line and sinker. And there’s no more talk about giving me a ba……. Mission accomplished.
I’ve found a new use for my pillow. Why torture my joints by creeping into my cave under my parent’s bed when I can just do this:
Whenever I get my fluid therapy in my shoulders, my mom tells me I look like a buffalo. I take that as a compliment since I think buffaloes are magnificent creatures. What do you think:
I think those are two magnificent creatures. Gosh, I wish I had horns.
I love you!