Now Playing: Under Pressure
Topic: Movin' On!
I have decided I do not like V-E-Ts.
I do not like cars.
I do not like a whole lotta things just now.
In fact, I amma Berry Dangerous George. So don't cross me.
I have also decided I do not like Maman or Dadda. For now.
Well, we'll see. I habben't made up alla my mind on dis one yet.
This comes afta some long considyashun, sittin inside my carrier in my habbytat. And gruntin'.
Shaddup, Hunny! (Inna werds ob Belinda.) I don't wanna hab enny hay and I don't wanna habba nap. Cos I hadda nap and I don't feel enny bedder. In fact, I feel worse.
It's like this:
I hadda go back to see that "Sharin" chicklet (as Beebe calls her) and I'm telling you, I AM NOT GOING BACK THERE AGAIN!
Yup, you heard me.
I've had it.
The first time wasn't too bad. She said I was preddy, and she petted me and gave me cuddles and then poked an prodded me, and stuk something in my ears to look in them and lifted up the bunny-lips to look at my teefies, and spreaded out my feets to look at my toes and alla that stuff.
The second time I was there I hadda nap and woke up missing parts ob ME.
I was a liddle bit confused onna issue obba missing parts, but I have now figgered it out and lemme tell you, I am steamed. Since this is a Family Blog, I can't tell you exactly which parts of me I'm missing, but let's just say dat when I took inventory, I discobbered that two huge gems have gone missin' outta the George Family Vault.
And nobunny consulted me!
And if that wasn't bad enough, yestidday, Maman got this look on her face when she and Dadda were makin' me drink that awful tastin' meddycin that Hunny is allus talkin' about.
And Maman sed, "George is swollen."
And I'm thinkin', "Hey, no joke! You'd be swollen too if you'd had the Vault robbed! Put me down!"
And Dadda sed, "Well, he'll have to go back to the doctor. That's what she said: 'If he's swollen, bring him right back.' I'll call as soon as I take you to work."
And Maman sighed and rubbed my ears and sed, "George, really, you shouldn't be doing this. I'm not in the least ready to move, nothing is done, the truck is coming tomorrow and now you're swollen."
And she thinks she has problems?
1. I have been poked and prodded.
2. I have been placed inna fake nap.
3. My bum hurts.
4. I can't sleep with Missy.
5. My habbytat is being taken apart.
6. My raisin ration has been cut down!
7. I haven't been groomed in twodays.
8. I'm stuck in a smaller habbytat.
9. I am taking meddysin!
10. Somebunny stole the George Family Jools!
11. I gotta go back to dat V-E-T person?
Oh NO! I protest. I'm putting my foots down! Dis is not happinin' to me!
Hey! Put me down!
Help! I'm in the carrier! Lemme out! Lemme out! Hunny! Mouse! Beeb! MISSSSS-EEEEEE!
I am back.
I am sulking.
Whaddoesshemean, "Dere is nuffin' wrong wif George"?
Dere most certainly is something 'wrong' with George!
George is mightily annoyed.
George still doesn't feel good.
George hadda take more meddysin tonight.
No! I will not "Hab sum hay an' habba nap", Hunny! Dis is notta joke!
I got taken inna car toda V-E-T again.
And do you know whut? She picked me up and poked and prodded me inna tender place and den put me down and sed dere was nothing wrong wif me! She said I would "go down" natchurally.
"Don't werry", she says.
I am rilly riled up ober dis.
Well, you know whut? When Dadda comed in dis morning to habba look at me, I runned innu da carrier, and I grunted.
Me, George, grunted. For da furst time in my life, I warned 'em - Stay away frum George.
Cos widdle Babby George has hadda 'nuff.
Dey hab poked me an prodded me and squirted meddysin in my mouf, and carried me all ober da place inna car, an' I'm not gonna take dis ennymore!.
I am offishully *grumpy*.
And I'm not gonna be un-grumpy for awhile.
At least not until dey put back my George Family Jools.