Hello. It's Belinda.
I'm a wreck. First of all the title of this blog is wrong.
I've never had this happen to me. I don't know how to change it to the real title.
My roommate usually takes care of these things but something's "going on" with her.
It all started yesterday morning. Breakfast was so late I went upstairs to complain.
I found her asleep on the couch. "Sawing logs" if you know what I mean.
So I walked back to the bottom level and told Little Fang not to panic. We'd just have to "make do" for a few hours. Eat hay from the night before for example.
If you're wondering what I said to the English the answer is I didn't.
Yes he's still set up down here. In a double pen with too many toys as far as I'm concerned.
If he overhears me when I tell "family news" to Little Fang I can't do anything about that. I'm not going to whisper.
Anyway, a few hours later, my roommate finally brought us an "early lunch." She didn't apologize about breakfast by the way.
In fact she didn't speak at all.
Instead she pointed to her throat and wrinkled her forehead. Then she walked back upstairs. We didn't see her for the rest of the day.
Fine by me. She has her own life.
Except I need her to help me with my blog.
I do all the work but she takes care of the apps. I can't remember passwords for example. "Not in my wheelhouse."
I also don't know how to change blog titles. You have to "upload" them to the web.
Now she's in the kitchen running water.
I'm back.
I don't know how to describe what just happened.
My roommate shut off the water and everything was quiet.
Then she started making sea monster noises.
I jumped to my feet and spun to look at Little Fang. She was frozen in place, staring at me.
I don't know what you-know-who did.
My heart was pounding and I had a sudden memory about an afternoon a few years ago, when the utility sink "backed up." Something about hay in the drain.
A plumber showed up and dug around in the water for about 15 minutes.
Keep in mind I work under the utility sink but not that day.
When the drain finally "let go" the racket was so loud and shocking I spent the next few days in the dining room. Turns out I don't care for "gurgling" noises.
Well my roommate sounded exactly like the utility sink.
The bottom line is this blog is supposed to be "part three" of my series about why rabbits lick.
I'm sorry but that will have to wait until next week. Because my roommate is taking naps and goofing around at the kitchen sink instead of helping me.
If anyone knows why she's pretending to be a drain "I'm all ears."
It's a good thing I don't have to write blogs about human behavior.
Sincerely,
Belinda
Spokesrabbit, Small Pet Select
Belinda@smallpetselect.com
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