So, people may think that I only have a writer because I don't have thumbs with which to type. The truth is, is that I really just believe my thoughts flow better if I can dictate to my subjects (i.e. Marcymommy). I hesitate to complain about the long gap between the last entry and this one. I'm told that I can only be pampered so many ways in one day, which is just the silliest thought ever. The past several days she has taken up brushing me as her new hobby. I admit, I want to look good and stay youthful, which means smooth and shiny hair. I made sure she knew by my wide-eyed stare that she had better be careful with that wire slicker brush. One little hair pull and there was going to have to be some vigilante justice. I thought maybe there was a magnet in the brush because she kept popping it up and down lightly over my tangles (it's rough maintaining the wind blown look), claiming that doing so would help get me used to the brush and also attack the tangles in a gradual way. I could have fallen asleep (don't tell her that) but I stayed alert. I have so much more to dictate, but Marcymommy claims she has to go to work to afford to take care of her resident monsters. As if that should shorten my contribution. The service around here has got to improve...although I still am enjoying my filtered water. Gotta stay positive.
Love to all my fans/subjects at Fuzzy Friends, especially my Angelamommy!
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