More Grumblings

3 lbs 7 oz! They did an official weight on Sunday and that was it! *Takes cowboy hat in hand and waves it in the air shouting “yee-haw!”* They also tried to bottle-feed her for the first time yesterday also. Isabel and Ben said she tried a couple of times, but was like, “Now what? More changes? I don’t think so.” She apparently didn’t quite ‘get’ what she was supposed to do. The reflux is still there, but is going away little by little. She is a little resistant to change, just like the rest of us. I have a feeling that Ben is going to appreciate having Doctor Dobson’s book after a while.

Well, I am starting to feel better, but I still have some coughing going on.

What in the world is a pet for, anyway? The definition I found in Encarta, (Since I don’t have an OED yet.) was:

pet [pet] noun (plural pets)
1. animal kept at home: an animal kept for companionship, interest, or amusement

Now, if an animal is kept for companionship, interest, or amusement, why do you leave it outside in the middle of winter and the only attention you give it is when you remember to feed it. Why do you let it run around the neighborhood caterwauling at 2 A.M. or howling at the end of its chain? How is that your pet? If it’s not your pet, why do you keep it and why do you think I want to hear it?

Still feeling a little peeved but I don’t have enough grumpiness to get a full-blown tirade going. Oh well.

Remember, The Good Book says, “a righteous person cares about the animals he owns, but even the tenderest feelings of the wicked are cruelty.”