Wicked
That’s Auggie, commonly known as lord Potato, who has been living in our house rent-free for four years now. To our surprise, this creature and I share the same birthday. We celebrated yesterday, and of course, all the attention was on him—he’s not called lord Potato for nothing.
If there is any word that describes wicked? I think this creature resembles it in every way. I'll tell you why.
This morning, before I can take a sip of my coffee, lord Potato drags me by the arm to head outside and makes me watch him drop little bombs on the ground. Then he stares at me, as if trying to hypnotize me into scooping them up, washing his butt, and cleaning his feet, which I did against my will. Wicked.
But before I could take another sip of coffee, he began shouting demands, reminding me to feed him before I feed myself. Wicked.
I finished my coffee, sat down, and read. When I caught myself genuinely enjoying my book, I got an ominous feeling—something was about to interfere, something that would stop me from having a good time. You see, he's the sort of creature who is always snooping around, looking to see if anyone is enjoying themselves, and then trying to ruin it. Not long after this realization, I saw something big—his large head, which kind of popped out of nowhere. And oh-oh, I know that look—cute, but stupid. It means playtime. Before I could brace myself for impact, he successfully launched himself at me. How would you feel if someone threw a sack of rice at you? That’s what it feels like. Wicked.
Come evening, I decided to call it a day. I prepared my bed, and just as I was about to lie down, I saw something move by my doorway. I turned and looked in its direction, and there he was looking meek and all, but as we all know, looks can be deceiving, much like how evil can disguise itself in goodness. Then he gave me a look that said, 'Lay down, peasant. Tonight, you are my bed. Extremely wicked!
Prompt: wicked see contest link
photo taken by me as requested by the lord potato...
I don't recognize anything except for the scooping poop part (and vomit) opening doors and letting in like a servant. The stupidity (or is it hope?) is present here as well. Put on the shoes and it runs enthusiastically outside (snow, noooo, I close the door, I am smarter).
Wicked it is indeed because the big head isn't a cat.
Congratulations to both of you. Did you had something else for a present besides of little bombs and cold coffee?
@saintkelvin17 if you read this you know why it's a good thing you don't have a pet. @aneukpineung78 here is something to laugh about.
Thanks for the good laugh and a hug for Auggie
Oh, I left out his heinous crimes such as stepping on my foot which weighs more that 60lbs (Bully owners can attest to this 😆) Also he hates the cold, that's probably his weakness. lol.
No present for him, the vet's bill was more than enough.😅 not to mention the food considering he's a fat boy!
I hate the cold as well and stepping on your foot.. it's indeed a painful experience but all he wants is to be close to you.
Tell me about the vet's bill. My daughter had to pay 2000 euros and the dog only became more ill just like the time before. First time (no other vet) the infections were so bad the skin losened and she had to glue the dog back together (literally, not kidding). Now the vet wants her to come back with the dog for the next operation. They must hear Santa's bells ringing.
He's a sweet boy, but stepping on my foot isn’t his way of being affectionate...it just happens every time he walks past me. 😅
What happened to your dog? What caused the infection? If I were the owner I would have fainted at that bill!
Pets make their owners angry sometimes, to me I can't train a pet now, I don't even have time for that. Probably I will get a pet when I get married but before then I believe I might develop high love for them.
Did Henry just said Auggie has been living in his house rent free for 4 years? 😂 Come on the pet should start contributing to the house rent and maintenance.
As they should! Not to mention the vet's bill. Drains my wallet real quick😆
Tell Auggie that who doesn't work won't eat and you should have hooked up with a vet! LOL He's cute and attentive I mean sharing bombs with you....
I don't wanna be greeted with bombs every morning, you know. Auggie's quite possessive, so there's no chance with the vet😄