Please don't tell anyone, but I don't think my stay-at-home human a.k.a. My Typist a.k.a. My Nutritionist loves me anymore.
You can see how sad I am.
She's been sitting in front of the computer for 3 days now, and late into the night too. My bedsheets haven't been washed in a week. She's stopped cuddling me on the couch because she's never on the couch. She almost forgot to feed Mr Thumper and me our afternoon tea 2 days ago.
In fact, about the only good thing that's happened this week, is that she's been forgetting to eat HER lunch too. If she continues like this, she might be able to wear something that doesn't look like a tent soon.
Yesterday, I didn't get to eat at all.
???*!&^^ :( ??? I can hear you thinking.
I was SO hungry.
By 2 in the morning, I was starving, so I went upstairs to see if there was anything to eat there. All I found were my 2 humans, snoring away. I wondered for a moment if
All the time, my tummy kept grumbling at me. I had to try to console it, "I'm sorry, LittleTummy. What can I do? It's not like there's a garbage bin nearby that I can tip over for scraps. Please don't be sad, LittleTummy. I'm sure she'll remember to feed us tomorrow. Try and get some sleep now, okay?"
But LittleTummy didn't stop grumbling and it got louder and louder and LOUDER! until it woke My Typist up.
"WHAT is that sound?" I heard her say. "Georgia! Is that YOU? Is that YOUR TUMMY?" She came over, put her hand on my tummy, gave it a gentle rub and finally, FINALLY!...she felt bad and mean and selfish and all of those awful things.
She gave me a cuddle. She brought my bed up to the room. She tucked me in and told me to hang in there till brekkie.
Then she went back to bed and left me with my grumbling tum. I was very sad. But what could I do, Dear Diary? It's not like I had the key to the house and could just let myself out and run away like Jennie. So I did what she told me, and bravely hung in there.
When I woke up this morning, I couldn't wait to eat, but I had to go for my walk first. When I got home, I found My Nutritionist had gotten out of bed! and made my breakfast!
In case you're wondering, Mr Thumper's brekkie is the one on the left. Mine is the yummy one on the right.
It looked pretty bad. But I was so hungry, I gobbled down the 3 whole big generous gooey tablespoons she gave me. She tells me I'm going to have 5 little meals today. But Dear Diary, I don't know if she's lying because she's back at the computer again.
If you ask me, Murphy's decided he likes our little house and has moved in. In the last 2 weeks, I've been bitten, had surgery, haven't been allowed to play with my friends, had a bad tummy, been starved to the brink of death.
My scar. Isn't it neat? Dr Dog isn't just handsome, he's Very Good.
And now, my toes have started to itch too. And did I mention, my bum g.l.a.n.ds are killing me? I was so stressed, I started to leak stuff yesterday on My Poor Cushion. Lucky there was a towel on him [that immediately got washed by My Typist a.k.a. My Washerwoman].
My Cushion was very brave. He put on some gloves, brought out a tube of whatever and gave me a squeeze, just like Dr Dog had taught him. I won't go into the gory details here because...well, just because.
But anyone having a morning coffee and a roll while reading this had BETTER NOT LOOK AT THE NEXT 2 PICTURES.
I'll just give you some space here to quickly close your eyes and scroll down.
Okay, it's safe now!
If you DID look at those pictures, I hope you're okay. If it's any comfort, I didn't feel great about what was happening either.
This morning, maybe because she was feeling quilty about being A Bad Mom, or maybe because she was scared my out-at-work human would use his Very Loud Voice when he comes back from work, My Typist thought it best to do something about the mess that is now our little house.
She did the laundry, that is to say, the washing machine did the laundry and she hung them out.
She did the dishes, that is to say, the dishwasher did the dishes and she put them away.
She gave Mr Thumper's scabby back a medicated wash.
And she FINALLY realised my toes needed one too.
Despite being so busy, My Typist also found time to beautify herself with these bracelets.
She says they're supposed to chase the mosquitoes away. I don't know why she she's worried about getting bitten by mosquitoes. Everyone knows they only bite smart humans.
And that, Dear Diary, is pretty much what I have to tell you today. I don't think my
humans stay-at-home human loves me anymore.
I wonder if anyone out there would like A Lovely PigDog, housetrained, Almost A Lady, who doesn't eat too much [not even yummy littledogs], with freshly washed toes, and who is only ever so slightly opinionated.
Eat This Yummy Pap, Georgia. It's Good For You!
Oatmeal [the cheap Homebrand kind] cooked in homemade chicken stock
Lentils, chickpea and pumpkin mash
Blended silverbeet and beans
Chopped up poached chicken breast [she says there's a lot in my bowl, I think she's lying]
Bloodwood honey [tastes better than it sounds]
1 tsp probiotic or slippery elm [so yum]
"YOU eat it, you typist you!"
Come live in Bermtopia -- two walks a day (guaranteed!), two treats a day (sometimes three if The Two-legged Pair don't check with each other!), no oatmeal, just purina dog chow with IAMS chunks (!), permission to sleep on a queen size bed, two futons, and the blue chair in the basement. You cannot have my blue blankie, however. Even I have my limits.
Well, there is that slight matter of 6 inches of snow on the ground. . . but you get used to that.
Ben in Bermtopia
I hope you are getting your belly full today. I think your hooman is a good cook by the looks of those food bowls. I'm sorry you aren't feeling loved enough right now but I bet, I just bet that will change soon because you look so darn lovable I'm sure no one could resist you. I'm sending you a big squeeze!
Oh, it sounds like you've been having a horrible time lately! :( We wish we were there to give you doggie and kitty hugs. Be tough! Things will get better! We think next time your tummy is growling, you SHOULD eat someone's toe!
Good work, Georgia's cushion-of-choice.
What's so special about bloodwood honey that it's used for dogs? Gorgeous pink brush flowers, I know.
@Ben - please prepare my bedroom.
@Peggy - when you say you're sending me a squeeze, exactly which part are you squeezing?
@trixie, lily and sammy-joe - i know, i showed SUCH restraint didn't i? btw, you might be my 1st kitty friend :)
@ tell-a-tale - no, it doesn't have to be bloodwood honey. that's just what was in the cupboard. VERY yum :)
Did you ever try to give the mouse to Mr. Thumper? No more boring computer, and if it doesn't work, you can still blame him.
@ kenzo - haha!
i'm walking away from it this weekend. YES I AM!
@kenzo again - maybe even the whole of next week. wouldn't that be GRAND? :)
Yuck, yuck, yuck. That's quite a list of complaints there. Not that I blame you. Most of them are thoroughly justified. Anal glands? Those two words make me scrunch my nose. I imagine it was much worse for you than for the humans but either way... Nasty.
At least you get to eat now?
@kristine - okay, my typist changed the word to bum. if you ask me, she's just being anal about it, but maybe it does sound more polite.
YES,i'm eating now! if you call pap, eating. i did get a handful of kibble as well this morning. things might be looking up!
Well, thankfully, instead of reading this with my morning coffee and a roll, as is usually the case, today's schedule went to all hell and I'm reading with a glass of wine and a chocolate-covered peanut butter ball. So instead of being sickened, well ... I just went and grabbed another ball. I do have to point out, GLP, that your cushion performed that task while wearing flip flips. Brave! Cushion!
-chandra at DDY.
chocolate-covered peanut butter ball..yum.
My Cushion is silly.
That's quite a story. Lack of food is a TRAGEDY in our household. Ouch.
I'm sure your human didn't mean to starve you! It was made up for though. Still can't find My Friends button to click on! Never mind I'll just say now my westie Dougie and I (human mum) would like to be friends with you!!
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