No really, they are. You can't escape them. So if they are sick, you will be sick, someway, somehow, at some point in time. Just when they are recovering from their illness and you think you've made it, nope. Now it's your turn. I suppose it isn't all Mommy's fault. I mean she did her best to protect me from herself....as much as she could and still be near enough to do my bidding and obey my every whim. *sigh* Well let's see, if Mommy got sick Tuesday evening and still isn't quite better, then I should only be sick for another couple days. As we all know, my immune system is WAY better than hers. From what I understand, carrying my brister around weakens her and makes her more susceptible to germs. I'm glad I never treated her that way when I was in there.
Speaking of which, I wonder what it's like to live somewhere that's already had a previous occupant? I still remember that "new car" smell....I'm sure all the newness and luster has worn off by now. On the bright side, my brister doesn't have to break it in, I did that for him! I mean what's more comfortable - a new leather couch, or one that's been sat on a few hundred times? Which cooks better - a new cast iron skillet, or the one your great-grandmother passed down to you? So he should be grateful! Kind of like how he should be grateful he's in there and not out here getting sick with the rest of us! Lucky dog.
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