Post by siobhan on Sept 3, 2019 12:20:37 GMT -5
Clyde was sitting on my shoulder yesterday and did the poop squat so I reached up with a finger to have him step up so I could hold him out away from me and my clothes and he chomped my finger. Rocky was a few feet away and raised his crest and got militant because, I suppose, only HE is allowed to bite me. LOL Well, it left a wound, of course, which bled a bit, and I scolded Clyde and refused to speak to him for a few minutes, during which he went through his entire repertoire trying to get me to respond. Duck sounds, Jolly Green Giant, peekaboo, all his whistles ...
And every time he saw the wound that HE MADE on my finger, he recoiled and hissed at it. Dude. YOU did that. It's not a monster. I have this mark because YOU BIT ME. Sheesh. Yes, I got a chomp from Rocky at a different time yesterday, too. The only one who didn't bite me was Freddie, the slacker.
And every time he saw the wound that HE MADE on my finger, he recoiled and hissed at it. Dude. YOU did that. It's not a monster. I have this mark because YOU BIT ME. Sheesh. Yes, I got a chomp from Rocky at a different time yesterday, too. The only one who didn't bite me was Freddie, the slacker.
