I’m having a huge fight with Mrs. Wigglebottom, but I feel kind of stupid about it, because, though she’s clearly sullen, I know she doesn’t get what the problem is.
But it pisses me off that, no matter how good she is when it’s just us here, no matter how well she listens, how predictably she behaves, whenever she gets a bug up her butt to do what she wants, that’s what she does. Yesterday, she ran over to the neighbors’ and ignored me as I yelled at her to stop and then, when I went and got her, she went trotting after the Butcher like “Oh, man, I’m having this great adventure and making B. angry! It’s awesome.”
And the worst part is that she looks so damn guileless and happy, like being able to run around while some angry woman chases after you hollering things you aren’t paying any attention to is just the best damn thing in the world.
Eh, who knows? Maybe it is.
And, sadly, this is the same damn fight we’ve had her whole life.