No really. I do. I ran in the house this morning and had to search for her. I found her in the kitchen unloading the dishwasher. She tells me "go on. You're getting under my feet." Well, duh! I wanted to be there! I needed her to listen to me! It was a BIG deal. Did she listen? NO!
Finally she sits down in the living room to address our Christmas cards and I came running up and smashed into her lap. She laughed and then told me to sit still because I was messing up the addresses. But, I needed to tell her something that was a BIG deal! Did she listen? NO!
Well, finally she looks at me and is like, "why are you acting weird?" I'm like, duh! I've been trying to tell you for over an hour now! Then, she notices my head. That's right. My HEAD. I had a cut on my head and I had been trying to tell her. She's like, "how did you cut your head?" Apparently she decides it's no big deal and goes back to her business.
Well, finally she decides to look at it. It IS a BIG deal. I'd been trying to tell her. So, she takes me in the bathroom to try to clean it up... then she realizes it looks kinda bad. So, she calls the vet and rushes me over there. On the way she's calling my Gma (her Mom) to tell her that I musta got my big head stuck in the fence. Well, I'm thinking I'll never tell her how I did it if she's going to be so rude.
So, we get to the vet and she says it's not as bad as Mom thought. So, we just have to keep it clean and not let it get a scab. Mom told the vet she is a bad Mom and I almost said, "ya think?" But, I didn't open my mouth.
~Shelby Ann Cobra
(needs a new Mom) lol