So, yesterday I wake up at my normal time and stand on Dad to get him to feed me. And he starts rambling about how he can’t feed me and that he is very sorry. And I think, huh, that doesn’t seem right, but I’ll go back to sleep for another half hour. I wake up again and stand on Dad again and once again he says he can’t feed me because I have to get my teeth cleaned. So I figure if I go downstairs and stare at my food bowl long enough, food will eventually appear. No such luck!
Next thing I know I’m in the car on the way to the bad place! When we get there I refuse to get out of the car and eventually Dad drags me inside. I start shaking in an effort to make him feel very had for me. He seems to feel bad, but not bad enough to take me home and give me food.
So then I’m in this cage at the bad place and the staff keeps walking by saying how cute I am. And I’m thinking, come a little closer, I’ll show you how cute I am. After awhile they come and take me into a room and make me go to sleep. When I wake up my mouth is very sore and I feel very tired. Mom eventually came and got me and took me home but told me I wasn’t allowed to eat still! What the heck? I’m starving at this point! Near death, in fact!
When Dad got home he gave me a little food and said my teeth looked very clean. Like I care. He did give me a full breakfast this morning, at least. And I also put my head in the bowl of milk while Mom wasn’t looking.
