February 22nd 2005 8:28 am
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In time out, that is what Mom says I am in. I think it means I am in trouble. Something about Dad's favorite fish. In the big fish tank there is a very nice fish Dad calls a 'Pleco'. It is my favorite too. What an awesome fish! It will just sit there with its middle fin up like a little dragon. I try to get at it through the glass (which never works, by the way) and it FLIES off to the back of the tank and disappears behind some plants. I love playing with that fish, but Mom says I am going to "give the poor thing a heart attack". Heart attack-smart-attack. Why is it that all the fun things are off limits? I really think she just sits around and thinks up rules just to make my life boring. What does she think I am going to do, play with that overgrown klutz of a dog? It's not like they let me outside. I did have a nice time in the sun yesterday, smelling the air and watching the birds. I am surprised she lets me do that. I wonder how long she is going to make me sit in this corner. Parents just don't understand.