I bet you are wondering how my world of Baby Animals is going.
Baby Animals need lots of love and attention, but I have things to do in the evenings … like shower … and eat dinner. So, I have been getting up really early to love on them. Yesterday morning, here’s how it went:
Hil: Get up!
Ryan: It’s early.
Hil: We have to care for our baby animals!
Ryan: You act like we live on a farm.
So, I let Hollis get in bed with Ryan “not so ‘Old McDonald’ ” Marchbanks.
And Baby Animals are dramatic, I tell you! Everything involves such energy. Loud meowing, hissing, whining, leaping, barking, swatting, pawing, pouncing, chewing and jumping. Oh my!
We are slowly introducing Martin and Hollis. First, we set Martin up on the washer and open the door, revealing the puppy in the kitchen. Martin hisses with fervor; Hollis whines. Hollis’ reaction makes me wonder … is this whine a “I want to eat this mini-Mercedes” or is this whine a “I want to herd this mini-Mercedes” or is this whine a “I love my new mini-Mercedes.” I just don’t know yet.
Can’t we all just get along?
I have a dream that one day, tabby cats and cute dogs will join hands in the old pet spiritual … Feed our ass. Feed our ass. Please mommy or daddy, feed our ass! -Will Graves