Mozzie’s Journal, Day 3: I tried to up the ante on the crying that I’ve been doing, but Mom and Dad seem to not care no matter how loud or repeatedly I whine. Mom keeps singing a song at me about a hound dog which I find frustrating because she thinks she’s funny. Clearly, sheContinue reading “Mozzie’s Post-Surgery Journal: Day 3”
Mozzie’s Journal, Day 2: I have made it clear in no uncertain terms that I am not going to allow my freedom to be compromised by the cone. I am actively trying to remove it myself but my methods, thus far, have failed. My knee feels weird and hurts and I am unhappy that neitherContinue reading “Mozzie’s Post-Surgery Journal: Day 2”
Mozzie’s Journal, Day One: The humans have fastened the strange, noise-amplifying cone on my head again, presumably to keep me from fun and enjoyment. I will sing the song of my people at 3am, in solidarity with others who are fettered with such a cone. I will be unrelenting. The humans are also obsessed withContinue reading “Mozzie’s Post-Surgery Journal: Day 1”
An acorn– and an acorn– and an acorn– and an acorn and (cheeks bulge) then– Is that–? It is! BARK! Away! and Away! and Away! and Jump! (nails cling) and Move! and Scamper! and Hustle! and (tail twitch) and Climb! and Gotta– Hurry! and Gotta get– BARK! To the top!