First of all I was stuck in that prison Mom calls a "crate" during each of the two 6.5 hour (!!!) car rides. "For my safety" she says. Huh. Anyway, along with suffering through my captivity, I had to endure spending long hours with a silly beast called a Shih Tzu who resented my very presence. Can you believe it -- resenting ME?? So I had to put him in his place every once in a while, like when he tried to cuddle with Mom. I am a sweet Shiba but I can only tolerate so much. Also I had to sit and watch my people float around in a huge drinking bowl of water that smelled funky, and whenever I tasted it my people laughed. Yes, they LAUGHED at me. How humiliating.
So, I glared at Mom allllll the way home today. I showed her my great displeasure by looking miserable, flopping around my prison, whining pitifully when I felt ignored, and sticking my paws through the slots. "Dramatic", Mom said. "Victim" was what I was thinking.
|This is that Shih Tzu I was referring to.|
|I mean REALLY??|