An Awful Trip

Hi. Gidget here, to tell you about an awful experience I had recently.

Do you see this contraption here? This objet de torture?

My mother, my very own mother, stuffed me into it against my will, and then carried me OUTSIDE!

And then . . . she put me and the contraption into the truck and carried me away from my home!

I was furious! And terrified!

I cried “Ow! Ow! Oooowwwww!” all the way there, but she was oblivious. She kept saying, “It’s OK.”

But, it wasn’t OK. We stopped at a little building and she took me inside, and showed me to a woman who talked to Mom over my head, and then STUCK ME with a NEEDLE! Can you imagine?

Who does that? What did I ever do to deserve such treatment?

I mean, I haven’t even scratched Mom in a long time, and then still, I’m treated this way?

As if being stuck wasn’t bad enough, she made me drink some horrible yellow liquid; from what I could tell it was made of worms. AND . . . she put liquid in my ears! Trying to drown me, I think.

I’m so terribly insulted over this entire ordeal. And my biggest fear was that perhaps Mom was going to leave me there, but she stuffed me back into the torture cage, and back into the truck, and off we went again. I cried “Ow! Ow! Oooowww!” some more, but again, she simply didn’t care. Thankfully, she carried me back home. I was never so relieved in all my life to see my house again!

I had to nap all afternoon to get over it, and even then, the memory is just still so fresh. I’m traumatized. I’ve been sticking close to Mom, but trying not to make eye contact. I mean, I love her and all, but how could she have done this to me? And I know she needs my help with her sewing, and I have that job to do, so I can’t just leave her, even if she did treat me so poorly.

Over time, I’m hoping the horrible memory will fade, and I can patch things up with Mom, and things will get back to normal.

I need time. And treats. Treats should help, don’t you think?