Hudson's latest indignity...
My brother's kind of a wimp! Daddy decided to do some trimming on us the other night. He did Smudgie first, and I was jealous. I waited patiently, wagging my bum, and pawing him occasionally just to make sure he knew I was waiting. But Hudson fussed and wiggled and squealed and ran away and hid and carried on like a big old baby. When Daddy was finished with Smudgie he'd trimmed around his eyes, and cleaned out his paw pads. And of course, Daddy had shaved a little on his bum. The uprights call it a "poop chute." They do it to me too, and I don't mind. But Hudson minds. As soon as they were finished he started skittering around, with his bum tucked all the way under him. He says that the draft freaks him out and that they should leave him alone. He was funny. He even ate his dinner sitting down, all curled up like a shrimp (which is kinda funny since he IS so short). But since his bowl is up high, he had to stretch out his neck to reach. I thought it was about the funniest thing I'd ever seen...until... Mommy put our muzzles on us (still yucky) and sent us out to do our business. I went out and was hanging on the deck, but Hudson needed a lot more convincing. He finally got up, ran out with his bum tucked way under, and then sat down in the snowbank to protect his newly shaved poop chute area from drafts. I don't think he considered the fact that a snowbank is actually worse than a draft. He sat down for maybe a second, gave out a gigantic yelp, and jumped straight up about thirty feet, maybe even a whole mile. And I saw Mommy and Daddy at the window, laughing. Even I had to admit, it was funny. Smudgie tried to run in, but they wouldn't let him in until he peed, so there was quite the disagreement at the door. Finally he peed, and they let him in, and he spent the entire evening constantly changing positions in the bedroom, trying to keep that little chute protected. I, of course, handled it all with dignity and class. I like having a family that cares enough to take care of me...even if it means standing still for a bum shave. Hudson rolled his eyes at me, and told me (again) to stop complying with their every wish. Why does he have to be so bossy? Anyway, I just wanted to share Hudson's latest indignity with you. Take care all, and guard your flank! Rudy, with the happy (and well landscaped) patootie |
|
|
| Well, given what your Mom said earlier about a -30something windchill, I can kind of see his point! Now THAT is a draft! |
Ewwww poor Hudson, I wouldn't fancy peeing outside in the cold with no protection back there.   |
| Now that is funny - I agree with you Rudy! But poor Hudson. Is he more comfortable today? |
| Hudson got over it on Saturday night...right on schedule. It takes him three full days to start acting like himself again and stop protecting his back end. He's fine if you shave him completely. Then he's just all over cold and snuggly. It's drafts he cannot abide. |
Didn't find exactly what you're looking for? Search again here:
Custom Search
|
|
| |
|
|
|
|
|