As reported by guest blogger Dad:
All along I've had complete control, well maybe not complete control, but at least partial control over my arms and hands. But this morning, something was wrong. Something was very wrong!
You see, a few weeks ago, I figured out how to stick my hands in my mouth. Not only do they taste great, but when I'm feeling tired or cranky, it helps me relax too.
It's a good program. Good for all parties involved.
Then today, Mom and Dad took me for a brisk early morning walk when all of a sudden my hands turned pink and fuzzy. Now I've seen a lot in the last 3 1/2 months ever since I stopped going cross-eyed. But this, this was new. Had Mom put back one too many glasses of vino the night before? Had she spiked my milk? Had she slipped me a Mickey? Was I halucinating?
HELLO...MY HANDS ARE PINK AND FURRY! A LITTLE HELP HERE!
Next thing I know these two giant furballs are trying to eat my face. I'm bobbing and weaving, but I can't get out of the way. I seemed to be restrained in my stroller. There was nowhere to turn, they kept coming at me from both sides.
I was totally about to lose it and then just as fast as the furballs were there...they were gone. All ten fingers back on my hands! Did that really just happen? Should I mention this to anyone? Will they think I'm crazy? I'll keep this to myself I think...I'll just put my fingers back in my mouth and pretend it never happened......
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