Thursday, December 08, 2005
All for one, and one for all
"My baby".... What is this "my baby." Who do you think bathes him every day? Are you with the pack or not. I'm really tired of getting pushed around and told to sit and stay. I've been trying to clean Anton's legs and belly, but there's always clothes in the way. I'm not stupid, I know the people put things on their fur. If I had as little fur as they did, I might too. He's really using his legs now so it seems more important to clean them. Anyway, he was on the floor with most of his clothes off. I got away with cleaning more than I thought I would since I'm not sure when the last time his legs were cleaned. He has clothes on his butt though. All I wanted to do was get the rest of his clothes off so I could finish his bath. I was very careful, but did it matter? No. Because then it's all "my baby" and "enough, Grady" and "go sit, Grady." It's not like I've ever seen them wash his butt. I see them change his clothes all the time, and once in a while they have some version of the "shower" abomination that they subject him to as well. But, a proper cleaning? Not even once.
I hope this isn't the sign of a bad day. Yesterday, I spent part of the day in the basement. And, there were people here. I don't like that. But, after the people were gone I found a plate of cookies, even though they were up high. There was some kind with dark spots in the front, and ones that smelled like peanut butter in the back. I like peanut butter so I took a peanut butter into the back room to eat it. Then Katie walked by and I thought I was so busted, because she practically stepped over me. Thankfully, people are so dense sometimes (witness their personal hygeine and the babies) that she didn't notice at all, even when she walked back past me. I would have liked more, but she took the plate away.
"My baby".... What is this "my baby." Who do you think bathes him every day? Are you with the pack or not. I'm really tired of getting pushed around and told to sit and stay. I've been trying to clean Anton's legs and belly, but there's always clothes in the way. I'm not stupid, I know the people put things on their fur. If I had as little fur as they did, I might too. He's really using his legs now so it seems more important to clean them. Anyway, he was on the floor with most of his clothes off. I got away with cleaning more than I thought I would since I'm not sure when the last time his legs were cleaned. He has clothes on his butt though. All I wanted to do was get the rest of his clothes off so I could finish his bath. I was very careful, but did it matter? No. Because then it's all "my baby" and "enough, Grady" and "go sit, Grady." It's not like I've ever seen them wash his butt. I see them change his clothes all the time, and once in a while they have some version of the "shower" abomination that they subject him to as well. But, a proper cleaning? Not even once.
I hope this isn't the sign of a bad day. Yesterday, I spent part of the day in the basement. And, there were people here. I don't like that. But, after the people were gone I found a plate of cookies, even though they were up high. There was some kind with dark spots in the front, and ones that smelled like peanut butter in the back. I like peanut butter so I took a peanut butter into the back room to eat it. Then Katie walked by and I thought I was so busted, because she practically stepped over me. Thankfully, people are so dense sometimes (witness their personal hygeine and the babies) that she didn't notice at all, even when she walked back past me. I would have liked more, but she took the plate away.
