Hi everybody. It's me, Mia.
Yes - I'm back. I missed all my PET PRIDE buddies. Especially Bozo. I know he's a dog but he's cool.
Mom person's post below was depressing me so I decided to step in and add some frivolity to the mix. I roll like that.
What the hell am I talking about?
I am as old as dirt! Actually first there was me, then came dirt.
I've been feeling soft towards the Mom person. I have added to her stress level by having a slight setback in my quest to live forever. I hurt my leg and couldn't move around much. I had a terrible time getting up to home base so I stopped eating and well, I was pooping in inappropriate places.
Mom person got me new meds. She also did this massage thing that really helped. Turned out it was just a sprain. I loved the massage, it really eased the pain. Of course I rewarded the Mom person! I bit her - repeatedly and hard
So. I decided to follow the vet's advice and move around more.
A trip off home base requires some planning.
I must get down. Mom person created steps for me and put a soft blankie down to land on. Thoughtful but of course I go around all that. Where's the challenge? Instead I catapult myself directly toward hardwood. Hey, it's not like I pay the vet bills.
Since I share a home with a punk I need to make sure the coast is clear.
This requires excellent sleuth skills
On this day I was delighted to find that not only was the coast (and hallway) clear but there was new territory to explore.
I'm not going to comment on the shoe choices. Apparently Mom person was a Brooklyn Bimbo Ho in another life. Sad but true. And she hangs on to them the way Joan Rivers hangs on to having a face.
I was really looking forward to exploring this new frontier when ...
I swear I had the vapors and a small stroke and I think I peed myself.
Hey Siren! It's way more fun if you put your head INSIDE the plastic.