I can’t believe it. Mom and Dad are packing their suitcases and I SURE don’t see mine.They are leaving me. Here. In this house.
You’re going to see Poppy? That little one that coos and smiles when you talk to her on the ‘puter?
(She is kinda cute, but don’t tell her I said so).
WHAT? You said to quit whining? You’d say that to moi? MOOOOOOOOM
Ok, so you aren’t dragging me off to some awful puppy prison this time. Pshew. I was really worried, especially after the melt down I had the last couple of times. I promise I’ll be good for the house-sitter. I won’t drive her crazy. I won’t drive her crazy. I won’t drive her crazy…..
And I won’t have a Muddy Monday…..the indignity of it all. What’s a pup to do?
Speaking of, something did happen that was good. My buddy, Hawk, thought my Muddy Mondays were worthy of a Liebster Award. Thank you, thank you! I’m getting into my “home alone” mode and am beyond lazy, so I will defer to a earlier post to respond to this. Pretty lazy, huh?