April 3rd 2005 10:20 pm
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Since being neutered last August (some garbage about needing to be sterile to be adopted), I have few pleasures in life. Someone should be prosecuting the heartless humanoid that wrote in that clause! But I diverge. One pleasure I have in my life is watching Ollie be tortured via baths and nail trimmings. Yesterday I got a good show. I thought I was bad about having my nails done, but Ollie, woah. He screeches and writhes and otherwise makes a delightful scene. He doesn't try to jump out of the bath as much as I do, but it's still fun to watch. I like to run up and chortle at him and his mom.

Ollie deserved to have those awful things done to him... well he earned it today. He had rage-filled outbursts at me today. Once we were playing tug with a toy, something we hardly do because I hate to play, it's so demeaning. Then again when his mom was tickling him and he bumped into me. As though it were my fault that he is unweildly! I'm glad he's as filled with impotent rage as I am, otherwise we'd both nurse a lot of wounds. I vocalize my rage, but don't follow through, he occasionally freaks out and makes barky noises at me while mushing his deformed face (I hear he was hideously born that way) into my back.