Mr. FunnyPants

mom's no fun

well mom isn't much fun lately... first of all, around march 20th she started going away. she says she only left a few times, but it sure felt like she was gone for an awful long time. and even when she was here she never really did anything, she'd just sit there. she still just sits there, really.

i don't really get what's going on, and it really upsets me sometimes. i try to get her attention by getting in to everything i can, and ripping things up. she keeps telling me i'm not helping anything, but i don't know what else to do.

apparently momma's best friend died on march 18th, and mom says she was really young. she was 22, though, and that seems awful old to me. but i liked her friend, too, unfortunately. she was one of the only strangers i would sit with. i sat in her lap for at least an hour licking her neck, a week before she died. when she died, mom had to go away to take care of some stuff having to do with that, and when she was home she really just didn't do much. i got really mad when she went away, and each time she came home i'd be more and more mischievous.

she still doesn't really do much, but now she has bad tonsillitis and has a better excuse to sleep a lot. she was already sleeping as much as me, and doing this thing that kind of scares me, that i don't understand. water starts coming out of her face and she makes a lot of noise, and shakes. she says she's crying but i don't know what that means, and i don't like it. i bark at her when she does it, but she doesn't like that, so i just bring her toys instead. when i'm upset i want to play, but i guess it's not the same for her.

mom still really really misses her friend, and is really sad. i don't know how to make her feel better, but i do try. i let her hug me as much as she wants.

Spray Bottle Madness

Hi all! I'm Zuzu - or, as Mama calls me, Mr.FunnyPants. She says I'm really super silly, and only want to have fun and be adored. I get into trouble a lot but I'm only playing, and before I know it I'm getting squirted in the face by that evil creature - THE SPRAY BOTTLE! I've tried stealing it and hiding it, but mom got a bigger one that's not so easy to hide! So I tried chewing the nozzle so it couldn't spray, but mom has a sixth sense for Mr.FunnyPants Mischief, and caught me - nozzle in teeth. Even then, I tried running off with it to finish the job, but as I said, it's a bigger one, and it was full. SO heavy! I dragged it a few feet to the hallway - headed for the backdoor to my backyard - before I gave up. I left it on the floor and bolted before mom could pick it up and use it against me!

Some day, Spray Bottle. Some day...