The Day Adam Gave Away His Flower
After making sure that the panther was full, the both of us had gone to sleep.
The next day, I found that Rhys had woken up at night and done the 'deed' all around our room.
Eric was nowhere to be found.
He had vowed to not return until I potty-trained Rhys.
I'm just glad that the little shit didn't shit on me.
I find him sitting down under the bed staring at me with a goofy smile on his face.
" We've been over this, Rhys.....you can't shit where you sleep."
One might notice that I've been repeatedly using the name Rhys...I've heard we should repeatedly call our pets by their names to make them understand....well that it's their name.
I thought Rhys would start speaking since he did technically say his first word yesterday...but he hasn't uttered a word since I've woken up. All he did was follow me around and observe whatever I did.
" You're only drinking milk..... so why're you shitting so much ?", I ask him.