...or otherwise communicate rather well, I think. Example: My mom used to plunk me on a piddle pad and say "go pee pee, Mary-Margaret". When I did, I'd get all kinds of lovin'. Now, I'm a BIG girl and I scratch at the glass to go out and usually I get to, but if not....I haul myself upstairs to my piddle pad and I go. I still get cuddled and stuff for using it.
I'm having bad gas today. Mom tried Pepto-Bismol...and she's just now wrinkling her nose and glaring at me again, so I think....yipes...yes...I'm going OUT. Bye.
(later)
OK...back now! Whew!! Ahhhh....that Pepto Bismol must have done something. I went straight out side and did my stuff and came right back in again. Mom kept telling me what a good girl I was. But I figure it this way...."gas" is Gods way of helping us tell our Moms that we need to go OHHH-YOUUUU-TEEEE! OUT!
Oh, did I mention? Mom thinks I'm learning to talk. I can say "oooowww!" and she thinks it means "OUT". Maybe...maybe not. But if I had one word to learn, that would be the one.
Love and puppy kisses to everyone...
Mary-Margaret O'Brien
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1 comment:
dear mm,
how old are you? we could be around the same age!
loves,
fee
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