It might be purple, but it's still MY bed!
Look at him! He doesn't even care that I am there!
Oh poor ME!
Under the circumstances, I resorted to crying to momma. Sure, I could have grabbed the runt by the head and tossed him aside like a bag of labrastuff, but that would have been frowned upon so instead I howled and moaned until the DOH woke up Mr. Piggy Bed Hog and told him to go to his couch.
In other news, momma's el'bow therapist has been giving her something called iontophoresis with dexamethasone. Now there's a mouthful. Apparently she gets hooked up to a car battery twice a week and that generates an electrical current in her arm and then there is a patch of charged particle medicines on her el'bow and the current pulls them into her El'bow. Yeah, I think it is pretty far fetched myself, but she swears that she is FINALLY getting some relief and of course I am getting some relief from her constant crying, so whatever works.
If you want to read about this voodoo hocus pocus for yourself, try clicking here.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!