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Mummy's gotta work

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Going back to work this week has been tough. As silly as it probably sounds, I painfully drag my heavy feet out of home each morning to work, refusing to part with Rebel. You should see those puppy eyes of his. I just wanna stay home and play with him all day and not have to go to work! But then again, someone's gotta pay for his super premium dog food and pedicure. Urgh.

I admit I've been spoiling Rebel silly. He's teething now, so he loves to nibble on my fingers, which I gladly obliged. But his nibbles are increasingly turning into fiesty bites and they are starting to hurt. At this point, one might like to add a voiceover of JJ's saying, "See I told you so! Stop letting him chew on your fingers!". Heh. But we're just playing what... Mind you, I whacked him just this morning for shitting on the living room carpet. I didn't get it - why he'd pee on the newspapers, but shit on the carpet instead? But he got it from me alright.

I brought back a designer stool I've had at work (as inherited from Daddy Ham when he left the company) this evening. The intention was to enable Rebel to climb upon my bed with the stool serving like a platform, but unfortunately, that dumbass didn't get the logic. I tried demostrating, but felt like a complete idiot 5 minutes later when he turned to watch TV instead. Maybe he'd get it soon. He better. He's a chihuahua. Aren't they supposed to be smart?

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