December 22nd 2011 8:00 pm
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Mom fed me dinner.
My thigh still hurts.
Mom is still being nice to me. But she's busy washing everything in the house. Everything, including all the throw rugs, all the towels, our stuffy toys, the floors, the stove. Everything. There isn't a lot left in our house, just the basic stuff we need to live. But she's washing all of it.
I need to lie low. Otherwise, she might want to wash ME too. So I figured I'd just lie here and type quietly, so I don't attract her attention, you know?
This went from being a day with a lot of potential to potentially a terrible day -- if I end up getting tossed in the bathtub.
I think I'm going to go hide out in my boardroom until bedtime.
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Did you end up getting a bath? Oh, dog, I HATE getting baths. Swimmig in the river is fine, but getting a bath? Yikes!