My Staff Person Lied To Me

Sunday night our staff person removed all our food and water bowls when she went to bed. Monday morning she ignored us all while she got cleaned up and dressed. She told us it would be okay. Well she lied. To Me! She put me in the bathroom and closed the door and I could here her working with food for the others. But none for me. Then she came with the awful box and scooped me up and put me in it. Again she tells me it will be okay. Well it wasn't. She took me for a ride in the car and left me with those awful people in white coats.

I did my best to tell her no by screaming but she left me anyways. She kissed me and said she would see me later. At least she didn't lie about that. But when she picked me up I hurt and was angry. The awful white coats cleaned my teeth but kept 3 of them as payment for their troubles. I was very angry. Now I am missing a front fang and Rufus is laughing at me and calling me stupid looking. Brothers!

Hairballs

I have delighted in making extra work for my staff person the last couple of days. I have made a point to throw up my hairball on her bed so that she has had to do laundry every night. He, he, he. I like to hear her grumble. I was not happy to have that awful yucky ointment crammed into my mouth though. She said it would help me but I think it is really meant to help her, not me! At least she lined everyone else up and gave them some too.

March, 2008

I had to go see the lady in a white coat and get my shots. She looked in my mouth and fiddled with my teeth. I have one tooth that hangs down lower in the front that mom calls my haggle tooth. This lady says it must come out. I am not sure what it all means but I think I have to go back and see her again in a couple of months. Mom is kind of worried about it, I know, but she's trying not to let me know what is going on.

My story

I was brought to a shelter in April of 2001 and I couldn't understand how I ended up there. I was left in the basement of an apartment building when people moved. How mean they were to leave me there. I was lucky that people found me.

My mom adopted me on May 25, 2001 and made that my 4 year birthday.
She already had 2 dogs and 2 cats and I really didn't like living with all of them. I just liked mom.

The dogs have passed on now and I am happier that they are not here. I don't get along with Lucy at all and Rufus tries to pick on me so I don't like him either. I do like the baby, Sydney. We play sometimes and have fun but my favorite thing to do is sleep with my mom.