Well hello there!
Please excuse me for not being my normal chipper self today... and for hiding under the table as I write today's entry.
|Please don't look at me|
As you can see, despite my best efforts, mum and dad have left me trapped in the plastic Cone of Shame.
I have no idea what I've done to deserve this treatment, but it has been hell.
Mum keeps saying:
"Well you shouldn't have eaten that tennis ball."
But I can only assume my parents don't love me anymore.
|Yes. I am sulking|
Over the past days I've been subjected to all sorts of nasty tablets,
and been kept indoors - imprisoned in a pen all day long.
As if that wasn't bad enough, I've even suffered the indignity of having to try and eat with the Cone of Shame on:
At times mum and dad have carried me outside, telling me to:
"Get some fresh air."
|I'll give you some fresh air|
But I've refused to move, just sitting there sadly, staring at the grass and shivering violently as my shaved, exposed tummy feels the full brunt of the cold.
|And no - putting my favourite blankie on me does not help|
All in all, it's been a miserable time.
But last night I did manage to find some joy...
When I taught mum a thing or two about making me wear the stupid Cone of Shame -
Until next time!