Yesterday I was laying outside of dad’s office, guarding it.
Dad was too scared to come out of his office with ME there!
So I gave him some concentrated “rabbit disapproval.”
You didn’t give me enough treats today, dad… therefore, YOU SUCK!
Later I found dad slumped over in his chair shivering… I guess I may have laid on the disapproval a little too heavy, so I came in and talked him out of his slump.
It’s OK dad. Just don’t let it happen again, OK? Treats at 7:30am sharp next time, got it?
I must be going soft in my old age.