Saturday, May 4, 2013
May 4. Day 124. Wash Day Blues
The neighbours probably thought they should call the RSPCA. The noise emanating from our house today doubtless sounded like a clear case of puppy abuse. Not so. I promise. It was wash day, a development which Rumple considered quite unsatisfactory and he was determined to let the world know. The worst thing about being a "parent" are those times when you have to force the "kids" to do things they find really unpleasant but you know are actually good for them. Immunisation. Homework. Going to bed at a reasonable hour. That sort of stuff. And for Rumple bath time.
Hopefully eventually they will thank me or at least not need therapy.
For Rumple I think the trauma today was short lived and I'm forgiven - until next time.