Tacoma, Spring 2006
Well since Waffle isn't talking to me right now I'll tell you all the latest Taco story. A few weeks ago her person took her up to Mamoth to go cross country skiing. I guess she loves the snow and gets to go with them every winter, she still hates the water but I guess snow is ok. Well they were skiing across an icy bridge and a flock of ducks set up a ruckus right below them in the water. Well Taco the nutcase, swerves to see what's up and she falls into the river below. Lucky it is not too fast and with a bit of coaxing she was able to make her way to the side. She rolled around in the snow to dry off and they went on the their way. Back at the car, the snow had melted and the bumper was wet and when the princess touched the wet bumper she pulled back her paw and jumped into the car so she wouldn't have to touch the water. I guess I couldn't blame her.
Why is Waffle giving me the cold tail treatment? Well it started with her frontline on Thursday nite, which she hates. I waited until she was asleep and I ambushed her - which pissed her off enough that she went to sleep in my mom's room. Then I had to work this weekend so I was out of town which meant no walkies - and when I got home Sunday, instead of a walk she got a bath. Needless to say I'm not her favorite person now.
Do I care? Waffle get over it!