jennifervb
Well-Known Member
Have you ever noticed how you somehow manage to stick your head around a corner JUST IN TIME to prevent a catastrophe from happening???!
Enter.... Roquefort...
you'd think that the little man would be cozy and comfy in his bedsheet box after a huge dinner.... so you steal the opportunity to take care of business in another room...
Then that little voice in your belly starts tugging at you.... it might be a really good idea to check on little misfits...
It bugs you that you are so paranoid about your rats... and you toy with the idea of simply ignoring your inner voice.... but you pull yourself together and stick your face around the corner... just in time to see Roquefort on a downward slide on the "rat ramp" :shock:
Sure.... he is still... somewhat.... on the ramp but his little backside is already over the edge and he is hanging on for dear life with the "still functional" front paws.
So much for the assumption that Roquefort no longer considers himself Tarzan.... George of the Jungle... Robinson Crusoe.
With shoulders and pecs... such as he has built up since losing use of his hind legs... he obviously sees no difference in the options available to him. :bunnydance:
Nevermind the fact that he can get down the ramp... but can't get back up ... and as far as marking his territory goes.... that little man is leaving significant puddles everywhere he goes. :laugh4:
Bear this thread in mind the next time you think that your fuzzy paraplegic no longer possesses the necessary p1ss and vinegar to make life interesting... and make sure that you keep that B12 and Glucosamine/Chondroiten coming. A slender midriff with an Arnold Schwarzenegger shoulder buildout will help ensure that your little casanova retains his sense of dignity and self. :giggle:
Enter.... Roquefort...
you'd think that the little man would be cozy and comfy in his bedsheet box after a huge dinner.... so you steal the opportunity to take care of business in another room...
Then that little voice in your belly starts tugging at you.... it might be a really good idea to check on little misfits...
It bugs you that you are so paranoid about your rats... and you toy with the idea of simply ignoring your inner voice.... but you pull yourself together and stick your face around the corner... just in time to see Roquefort on a downward slide on the "rat ramp" :shock:
Sure.... he is still... somewhat.... on the ramp but his little backside is already over the edge and he is hanging on for dear life with the "still functional" front paws.
So much for the assumption that Roquefort no longer considers himself Tarzan.... George of the Jungle... Robinson Crusoe.
With shoulders and pecs... such as he has built up since losing use of his hind legs... he obviously sees no difference in the options available to him. :bunnydance:
Nevermind the fact that he can get down the ramp... but can't get back up ... and as far as marking his territory goes.... that little man is leaving significant puddles everywhere he goes. :laugh4:
Bear this thread in mind the next time you think that your fuzzy paraplegic no longer possesses the necessary p1ss and vinegar to make life interesting... and make sure that you keep that B12 and Glucosamine/Chondroiten coming. A slender midriff with an Arnold Schwarzenegger shoulder buildout will help ensure that your little casanova retains his sense of dignity and self. :giggle: