Precious...

This is the cutest thing I have seen in a long time, and it takes a lot to melt my little heart.

Meet the sloths from Amphibian Avenger on Vimeo.

My Condolences to my Cousin...

Dear Benjamin,

I hear they did to you what they did to me--took you to the vet and took away your claws and manhood. I feel your pain, literally.

When I had my "procedure", I was left with a large incision on my stomach due to something being "undescended". The doctor figured a little skin glue was all it needed. He was not familiar with my tenacity. Not long after Mom brought me home I had bitten off nearly all the glue, thus exposing my poor wound.

You should have seen Mom and Aunt Emily, chasing me around and calling emergency vets in a panic. All they could do was watch me until the morning and then bring me back to that doctor for real stitches. So what was their solution to my biting problem. Well, first they tried to wrap my mid section in an ACE bandage, yeah, that lasted all of a minute. Then one of them got the bright idea to cut off part of the leg on an old pair of sweat pants. They then tried to fit it over me. I may still have been woozy from the anesthesia but you should have seen the fight I put up. All the while Dad is laughing his butt off.

So what did they end up doing? Mom and Aunt Emily slept in shifts and followed me around all night to keep me from biting at my wound.

I think they deserved at least that much after what I had just gone through.

Let's hope I never need another surgery!

Causing Trouble

I desperately wanted to write on my blog last night dear readers, but alas, both household computers were taken up by my parents. In order to show my displeasure, I began chewing on all the cables behind Dad's monitor. He yelled and swatted at me but did not leave and Mom just used her laptop to take a picture of me in the act. Do I look pleased to you? I will have to try something new next time.

Locked in the Bathroom...Again

Mom locked me in the bathroom...again. Yes, she does tend to be absent minded (it's the High IQ I think). But 2 times in a week?

Not to worry though. I passed the time by unrolling the toilet paper and proceeding to leave bite marks down the entire length.

Dad discovered my handy work and was sure to admonish Mom (via text message) of her lack of attention to detail, aka ME!