Upbeat, happy. Have patience. Typing with paws isn't easy. I often rely on one of my little hamster friends to pound out the 'shift' key for me.
I'd like to meet a secure dog, one that stands up to his or her owner and bites the hand that tries to dress it.
Update: August 2006.
My usual owner is on sabbatical. She's left me, the hamster named Nero, three fish who all look the same, a very fat cat named Shamu (boy, talk about a pissed off cat --he really resents his name) with a German Doctoral student named Mahhtinnn..
I will keep you abreast with all the latest with Mahhtinn, and his sidekick Barbette. So far I am not impressed. Mahhtinn is a quasi-vegetarian, meaning that I caught him eating one of Barbette's nieces fish fingers one time. He looked absolutely guilt free when he did it. What made me mad was when I did the same thing, he acted like I was the one who had broken a self-inflicted law.
I also do not like that Mahhtinn puts the lid down on the toilet. Doesn't he know why American toilets are filled so high? Doesn't he know that we don't all go for those low-water flushie loos because Americans have the welfare of their pets first and foremost?
Mahhtinn will be here until next June. This should be interesting.
I am off now to dig.
