Here, there is a little bit of struggling. Mom's persistent, though, and keeps telling me that once I'm used to my harness, I can go outside on the patio.
Paralysis sets in. I can not move at all with this thing on.
Mom's checking to make sure that it's not too tight around my neck. Since I'm paralyzed, she thinks maybe it's cutting off bloodflow to certain vital organs. It's not. *rolling eyes*
The paralysis is wearing off. However, boneless-ness is kicking in.
Here, I'm slinking around like a boneless kitten. I have made my legs very short so that I am very low to the ground. Mom says I sort of look like a ferret. At this point, I have managed to keep this thing on for about 53 seconds. The harness pictures stop here because Titus decided that it would be fun to chase me. Which freaked me out. So Mom suggested Dad drop the camera and grab Titus while she grabbed me and removed the Harness of Death.
I think he's "laffin' and laffin'" at me. Go eat a Clif bar, why don't ya? Grrrrr.
In case anyone's wondering, Tazo is really askeered of the harness. Mom hasn't even been able to put it over her head. She's voting for a stroller, even though Mom says we have to at least wear collars if we go strollering. Grrrr.