There’s this great spot to hide that my mom and dad have blocked off – it’s under the couch. It’s very nice under there – no one can find you! So recently I started chewing on the edge of the couch to get back under there. I found out that there is still some stuffing that I can pull out, and I had a great time making a huge mess of it all. It was great! It’s nice and dark under there, and I just love it.
But then my dad found out about my work, and he scolded me. He tickled me until I ran out from under the couch (how he fit his huge hands under there I don’t know, but he did) and then he blocked it up again. He said, “Betsy, no more chewing on the couch! That’s what your play table and cottontail cottage are for!” I don’t understand, I was just playing. He says the same sort of things when I dig in my litter box. Maybe he’s never tried it himself, that’s why he doesn’t know how much fun it is!
C’mon daddy, dig in the litterbox with me! It’s fun! And you just have to try chewing on the couch – it’s just the right texture!
This past weekend, I was traumatized by some serious grooming. Not the kind that Gus wants, but the kind that my mom and dad do to me. They picked me up and brushed me for so long, taking out some of the matted hair that had accumulated around my backside. Oh it was soooo scary! Whenever I can’t feel the ground underneath me, I get so nervous!
Still, I do feel a bit better – and I must admit my fur looks fantastic. Still, I hope they don’t pick me up again anytime soon!
Lately I’ve been lying by the bedroom door, where I can see my parent’s bed in the morning. My daddy gets up later than my mommy, and Gus and I are anxious for our morning treats, so I wait there when the alarm goes off to make sure daddy gets up. Once I see him start to move, I run into the living room to wait for treats. I really like dried cranberries – so much so that I will tolerate my daddy touching me while I eat. Although Gus always grunts and tries to steal my treats. He’s such a pain sometimes!
So, my dad was giving me my morning treats today, and then he started pulling loose fur from my behind. Now, I know I’m a bit fuzzy back there, and granted, it is a lot better than being picked up and brushed, but still… well, I guess I am sort of shedding at the moment. And I guess it does feel a little bit better now that I don’t have big tufts of fur hanging off my backside. So I guess I’ll let it slide – this time.
On a side note, I was very excited to get breakfast this morning – I was hungry! So when dad brought the bowl around, I jumped for joy and did a total 360. Mmm-mmm, I just love the smell of greens in the morning!
I love pats sometimes. Today my dad came home from work and gave me some pats – the nice kind that I really enjoy, right on my head, between my ears. My next favorite pat is when you stroke my whole head and ears, pushing them back. After that, I sometimes like to be patted right behind my head, between my ears. So nice, it’s like being groomed!
However, I do not like it when my mom ruffles the fur on my bum. Naughty mummy!
I do so enjoy dinnertime. It’s my favorite time of the day. After a long day of sleeping under the bed, I know I can come out and find a fresh bowl of tasty greens waiting for me. I especially enjoy eating just the leaves off of the parsley – and kale, oh kale!
Sometimes my dad holds a piece of carrot for me, so it doesn’t roll around on the floor as I eat it. I’ve got him so well trained.