She feeds me. She takes me for walks
often every day whenever the spirit moves her. She moves over - way over... on to the the edge of the bed so there is plenty of room for me. She puts up with night sweats so's not to disturb me by moving me from her face. She gets up in the middle of the night when she hears me whine and picks me up and puts me back in bed (after I've jumped down to sleep under the bed for a while) (for some reason I have some trouble jumping back up into bed). She plays Chase Wally, and Get the Squeaky Toy with me.
She lets the cookie carriers give me cookies and sometimes she gives me cookies too. She scratches me where it itches and where I can't reach. She cleans my butt when I have a poop that sticks there. Wait. That should go under ugly, right? She hugs me
She puts me in a tub of soapy water to make me clean and tries to glamorize it by calling it a bath. She pulls me away from good smells on our walks. She doesn't feed me nearly enough. She withholds treats because
She has this habit of putting stuff in my ears because
|Did I forget to wish you a happy mother's day? |
Yea well. Maybe next year.