Monday, 21 February 2011
MONKEY NUM NUMS !
Do you do anything that others find weird? I can’t think of anything I do that may be construed as ‘not the norm’…but then again, if it’s ok with me, then I suppose it wouldn’t register to me that it was odd.
Did any of you watch a programme called, ‘My Monkey Baby’ on telly last night? It was on Ch4, or More 4, one of those channels.
They followed three different American households who had, for various reasons, decided to keep monkeys as pets…well, I say pets but this is where the strangeness occurs. They raised these monkeys like very spoiled, pampered babies, wearing nappies, clothes etc having birthday parties with balloons and cakes with multi coloured icing. Taking them to toy shops, where one monkey freaked out after having it’s owner shove various dolls/cuddly toys in it’s face and whilst cradling it the owner went, ‘aww you got dirrrty britches? That’s okaaaaay, you been wearin’ ‘em for a looooong tiiiiime’! All this was made even more sickly as they all spoke in baby voices, ‘aww Her like da ice cweeeeeam’, cooed one owner whilst spooning large mouthfuls of strawberry sauce into the hyperactive beasts gob.
Ah, I’ve just remembered that I once (before becoming a mum, if that counts) dressed my English Bull Terrier up in antlers, with reigns and made a snow scene whilst I dressed as Mrs Christmas and took eight photo’s of my dog, in various poses (all fit for family viewing haha) and made a Christmas card for my Irish pal, featuring me driving a sleigh with 8 reign-dogs. This, along with the Barbie Christmas sack filled with £££’s worth of dog toys could be pushing me slightly more towards the realms of ‘weirdo’.
I nearly got a tacky ‘little sister’pendant for her dog collar too….this was meant to be a joke thing to make my mum go, ‘OH NOOO, JOHN, LOOK WHAT SHE’S DONE NOW’! but I actually liked the idea.
Oh and we used to go to novelty dog shows, (Tess won prettiest b*tch – remarkable for a Bully) and I dressed her as a mermaid, making my, at the time new boyfriend, (yes Him) sit in with me on a Friday night, cutting out silver scales to stick on the mermaid tail, ready for the mornings event… she wore a long blond curly wig but only came third, (ripped off).
Some people are just more inclined to be OTT with their pets…
My friend ‘Justina – (PUP), has warned her mum that if anything should happen to her, her sister is not allowed to adopt her cat Leo. According to Pup, her sister gets over excited and squeezes the poor thing…the sister is 26 yrs and training to be a nurse! Let’s hope she doesn’t find any of her patients ‘weally weally cute’!
I remember my cool friend Sarah baking & decorating birthday cakes for her dobermans.
I’ve just been on facebook and seen my sensible friend Kelly has uploaded a pic of her dog Ruby, dressed as Randy Crawford, complete with wet look bubble perm.
My young male colleague Joe has just professed that his fiancé Kirsty has two dogs. A boxer and ‘some small thing’. The boxer is allowed to be a dog but the ‘small thing’ is dressed up, spoken to in baby talk and fed from a fork. It’s paws barely touch the ground as she cuddles and carries it all the time too.
My partner told me once that when they were younger, his step dad, a gruff leather clad biker, found his Jack Russell unable to move his arm, which was stuck rigid, under his chin as though he’d suffered a stroke, or was having a seizure. In a state of panic and crying his eyes out, he rushed the mutt to the vets and bellowed, ‘QUICK, you’ve gotta do something, I think he’s dying”! The vet calmly unhooked the dogs front leg from his collar and gave him back.