batik sheets
Babeng looking at George and prolly wondering how he’d taste roasted.
Babeng looking at George and prolly wondering how he’d taste roasted.
Although my mother didn’t agree to my getting Babeng at first, she and my pops have now lapsed into the dreaded Adoring Grandparents mode. They feed Babeng when I’m not looking and rescue her from any disciplinary spanking. When I give them shit for this, they just respond that since they have no human grandchild to spoil, they’re using my dog as a substitute. Sigh.
Babeng of course laps it up and acts like a stinking spoilt brat when they’re around. She manages to wrangle a treat out of my mom every 30 minutes and gets my dad to pick her up so they can watch golf games on tv together.
Me? I get stuck with the mean disciplinarian label.
One of Babeng’s joys in life is to eat the cats’ poop. We have a child gate on the doorway to the second bathroom where the cats’ litterbox is placed but it doesn’t work as well as it advertised and isn’t securely fastened. Atti will jump over it to do his business but George, sigh, George will nudge it open until he can slip through. I don’t know if this is because George is old or if it’s just because he’s an ornery badass that enjoys making our lives hell.
Anyway. Whenever George nudges the childgate open, this is like Catpoop Bonanza to Babeng who’ll run in and try to swallow as many turds as she can before she’s caught. Sometimes she doesn’t even wait for George to finish pooping and this is a cause of strife in our household. For the longest time I lost sleep over this trait of hers. I mean, what more could we do? Then one day I googled ‘pug eat cat poop’ and found a million other fellow sufferers. I can’t tell you how much better I felt since then. Haha.
My mama loves embarrassing me. Sigh.