The Daily Baxter

Sometimes you are really perplexing.

First, you inexplicably cut me off from monthly trips to the pet store.  People miss me!  And Thanks for just whacking that quality time from our schedule.  No really…I’m not bitter.

Then Then Then!

Then you mail order my food (so impersonal!).

I get it.  You want to be hands off.  You have no time for things like feeding me.

So I decide to play along.

Self serve dinner.  I can do this.

And then you take a tone as if it’s ludicrous that I open my own food and begin portioning out my own dinner.

Welllll excuuuuuse me for living.

Maybe we need to go to counseling.