Sure, I was mad and hurt that they didn't pack me up. I took it out on stick for a few days...wouldn't even touch him. Threw him under the chair and made him stay put. Even stopped eating until wrecking ball knocked some sense into me....literally.
At the end of the day, how can I stay mad? What's the old saying...don't bite the hand that feeds you? Wait...I did that. Either way, I am butt wiggling happy to have them home.
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Yes, you did bite. That scar will be there forever. You know that you can't go on trips, because there's no couch or TV in the belly of the plane. How much fun could that possibly be?
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