After interminable wandering under unforgiving florescent lighting, my fury forced my mother and the man who is not my mother to a hurried exit. I was briefly assuaged by being thrust amongst these soft possible co-conspirators before realizing they, too, were caged. Still, one takes succor where one can; joy, after all, is fleeting.
I have been absconded with in the wheeled contrivance, strapped down and wailing in five point restraints, to points unknown. No matter. Despite the man who is not my mother and his merry band of brigands, I shall escape even these miserably shellacked and stained balustrades. Good taste is coming.
Fangs. For reasons as yet unclear, the miscreants who keep company with the man who is not my mother keep making jokes about glittering skin and team edward. Whatever. They will not be laughing when I come for them.
My mother is away for a period of days, leaving me vouchsafed to the man who is not my mother. This morning, the man who is not my mother took me out of doors, naked save for a dirty breachclout, covered in peach juice, bits of bagel, and dog hair. The pediatrician and I shared our disdain when he discovered he had forgotten the diaper bag, and other sane and able tall people were prevailed upon for wipes and covers. Godspeed, Mother. Godspeed.
I am increasingly taken out of doors so that my Mother can take the air and the man who is not my mother may imbibe spirits of a dubious nature. While escape hovers so tantalizingly close, instead I am depended from chains and taunted. Laugh now, someday my legs will reach the ground…
I am now regularly taken out of doors that my Mother may take the air and the man who is not my mother may imbibe spirits. Though escape is tantalizingly close, I instead am depended from chains and taunted. Laugh now, ingrates. My lower extremities will reach the ground soon enough!
My apologies. My unscheduled silence was a period of deep unease and intense concentration, brought on by the eruption of teeth and the painstaking trial and error of forward directed locomotion.
I am settling in to captivity, albeit under duress, and the tongue of my captors is coming slowly to me. My irritation at the man who is not my mother’s gaping lack of understanding is salved instead by avocado, and grapes.
Oh jeez, I just realized I don't know what I'm doing on here. If you are missing your dog, please just contact me at 319-361-3222. We got our dog about 6-8 weeks ago from the Humane Society. They knew nothing about him.
No, our dog is under the table right now, waiting to see if Adeline drops any food. Thanks for checking!