March 19th 2007 4:39 pm
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Mom gave me a bath a few days ago. Since then, I have been constantly plotting a way to get her back for that incident. I mean, my name IS Daisy, but that doesn't mean I want to SMELL like one. I mean, that stuff has a terrible stench! Mom seems to think it smells nice, though... Blegh.
*ahem* So after plotting for several days, I finally got to extract my revenge. Mom let Chii, Chico, and I all go outside for a little while to play and "do our business." Of course, within about fifteen minutes, it started pouring down rain! Mom opened the door and yelled for us to come in. *grins evilly* Now here's where the fun part started.
Chii came in immediately, and Chico was pretty quick to go in himself. I, on the other hand, do not care about getting wet. I stood out in the backyard and cocked my head at my mom. I gave her the, "Are you sure you're talking to me?" look. Then Mom put her hands on her hips and said, "Daisy! Get in here!" I kept my head cocked, and switched over to my, "I'm doing something bad, aren't I? I'm so cute that you can't punish me, however," expression (you may look at my chalked picture by Grandma for a perfect example of that look). Mom picked up a treat and asked if I'd come in for that. Noooope. I wanted Mom to get wet. It'd be perfect revenge.
Mom sighed in defeat. I knew I had won at that point. She put her shoes on and walked out. As soon as she came up to me, however, I ran to the other side of the yard, sat down on my belly (getting myeslf all muddy in the process), and gave her the, "Let's play!' look, with my tail stub wagging away. Ooooh yes. I had definitely won.
Then Mommy brought down the bombshell.
"Daisy, now you're all muddy! I'm going to have to give you a biiiiig looooooong bath when you get inside," she said. Although I didn't acknowledge her on the outside, on the inside, I was cringing. ANYTHING BUT THAT! I got up and quickly ran into the house. I HATE that word. Bath. Bath. Bath. Baths are evil. Almost as evil as cats.
Mom was confident in herself. She was positive she had came out with the victory. >:) Don't worry Mommy. I've always got another trick up my sleeve...err...harness.
For, you see, the instant I came in the house, I shook all the mud off of me onto the kitchen floor.
>:) Sweet, sweet revenge.
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