Whom I Blame

My guards are eating their dinner, so I have a minute. I am slowly remembering the finer details of my intervention. I was put in Daddy's car and he was driving! I never would have thought that my own Daddy would inflict this torture on me. If and when I ever go back home to my Mommy, I am going to go crazy if Daddy even dares approach me like a rabid wild animal. I will never trust that man I call Daddy again!