IZA: I been a BAD girl... I got reasons, but I was still a bad girl.
Yesserday, The Big Thing decided ta try ta make my garment stay tied up better. Ya can see what it looked like. I looked like the villin in a slasher movie.
An I was getting the strings untied, even wif his good boy scout knots!
So he found some shoelace and laced me up good (wif the pink strings still in place). He efen tied the garment ta my collar on the back and through the front leg holes ta keep it from slippin.
It fits pretty snug an I cant get out of it. But it makes me walk funny an sometimes I fall off the furniture.
So he went ta the baby store and got a baby "onsie". The sales lady laffed when he explained the sizing difficulty. They finally decided on a 3-6 month old size. I gotta admit they are pretty. There is red an pink an green an yellow. But when he tried ta put one on me, that's when I became a bad girl!
I dint like any part of it. Not the whole thing being pulled over my head (I bit the cloth an wouldnt let go). When he finally got my head thru the neck part I bit HIM. When he tried ta get my paws thru the arm sleeves, I spread my claws all wide an I pulled my head back out! And I clawed as hard as I could at his hands efen when I was bitin him.
He finally went downstairs an came back with leather gloves! That stopped the bitin and clawin, but he couldnt get my paws thru the arms then wif the thick gloves on. An, of course, I was twistin and squirmin real hard too.
He is evil clever though. He took off the gloves, forced my head thru the neck part and the TIED ON THE CONE! THEN, he put me onna wood floor (no traction fer claws) between his legs, an pushed the cone against a easy chair.
It still took him 20 minutes ta get my front paws through the arms and get the back leg parts snapped shut. He efen punched a hole in the back of the onesie neck part and put my collar thru the hole. Then he took the cone off.
We were both exhaustified! And angry... I ran behind the chair an yowled; he went and opened a beer. He went ta the computer ta take yesserday pictures off the camera an make more room. While he was doing that, I trotted inta the room with the onesie completely off me ecept it was hangin from my collar! I dint even let him take a picture.
Now I got the first garment back on! THAT took another 10 minutes. Holding the garment on me while getting shoelace thru the holes AND holding me down was amazin. He was efen usin his (flat blunt) teef ta pull shoelace.
He says he is gonna mebbe buy the "newborn" size onesie, or try ta adjust the ones we have, but mebbe just leave me in the T-Shirt thing an draw some pictures onit... There's only 8 days left ta go an we are both annoyed an tired.
The only good thing he knows is that 2 people could do all this a LOT easier...