Wheeky
Teenage Guinea Pig
Every morning, my mother comes into my bedroom and fusses over the pigs, saying things like,
"Where's your breakfast? She just doesn't care, does she? Yes, you tell her, this is neglect! She just sits there! She doesn't care at all!"
She says it in "baby talk", cooing over them and getting them excited.
It makes me feel like utter crap. The GPs are the reason I get up in the morning, and she yet constantly makes these little digs about what a rubbish owner I am. It really hurts, and I tell her so, but she still does it.
"Where's your breakfast? She just doesn't care, does she? Yes, you tell her, this is neglect! She just sits there! She doesn't care at all!"
She says it in "baby talk", cooing over them and getting them excited.
It makes me feel like utter crap. The GPs are the reason I get up in the morning, and she yet constantly makes these little digs about what a rubbish owner I am. It really hurts, and I tell her so, but she still does it.