I kinda wanted Mom to get it off for me but then I wouldn't let her. I was embarrassed because she'd already done it once. And she was laughing at the way I was walking. I'd take a step with the ball on my footie, try to shake it off and then take another step. Over and over again.
Well, I sure couldn't write very well last night with that thing stuck on half my typing toes.
The culprit.
She shoulda helped you type instead of laughing at you!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Max - that's almost cruel and unusual punishment. In fact, I think you could prosecute for that! Time to call Finnegan J. Katz!
ReplyDeleteBut you gotted 2 nice smooches!
ReplyDeleteEmotional abuse stinks, William. I don't know if you can change her, but I know you can train your hind paws to type just as well as your front.
ReplyDeleteI've done it.
In fact, I'm typing with my hind paws right now!
Oh I hate it when Momma laughs at me for things. It is mean.
ReplyDeleteHurl a hairball near the computer and that will teach her not to make fun of you. Passive agressive can be quite effective sometimes. We know. -- Alberta, Sky, Blackie and Charlie
ReplyDeleteHow embarassing! And then to be humiliated by being laughed at. Terrible.
ReplyDeleteMaybe laughing was a little insensitive of your human. Although I should mention that my human is also laughing on reading of your mishap. They're all the same.
ReplyDeleteoooohhh...hahahahaha...sorry Wm, but that is kinda funny ~Merlin, Shadow, Ko KO
ReplyDeleteBeans are always laughing at us. No fair!
ReplyDeleteHaving a ball on your toe must be as horrible as having tape on your tail..Ouch
ReplyDeleteCan I get a ball like that? I don't haf one of those yet. It sounds like fun, dancin an makin Mom laugh. But I can see where it makes typin hard. Hee, hee!
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