Today was a bad day, I hate to think it can get any worse…
Woke up this morning with Becca in a panic because it’s raining. HUH? She didn’t want the dogs to get wet but knew she had to let them out. LET THEM OUT I shout and burrow back under my covers… the security alarm goes off, she forgot to disarm it. GRRR! It’s pouring down rain, we head out to the car and climb in only to realize I forgot to roll up the passenger side window last night. My car is soaked, Becca angrily climbs into the back seat mumbling about not being able to sit up front. While heading to school Becca bitches and moans about Starbucks, we NEVER have it so why don’t we stop, hit Starbucks and because it’s raining run your wonderful daughter to school? I ignore her. Halfway to 1st coast I say my morning spiel (4 minutes too late) Do you have your homework, planner, lunch? UH mom? I forgot my lunch and I don’t have any cash on me. GRRR! Turn around, head back to the house. Well, guess what? It’s too late to hit 1st coast the buses have already gone by this time. So, we head to Starbucks and school. We get to school, Becca climbs out and off I go to home. Halfway home my phone rings, unfamiliar number. I pick it up. Uh mom? I lost my phone is it in the car? NO CLUE! She’d already run outside to see if it had fallen out of her pocket while heading into the school. GRRRR! I hang up and start calling her phone, I can’t hear it. She calls back from her friends phone- so far no one has turned it in, I ask if it’s on vibrate? Yep, no wonder I can’t tell if it’s in the car. I get home, check the car and not only find her phone but find her lunch sitting on the floor. GRRR! Too bad, she’ll have to share a friends, I’m NOT heading back downtown in this weather. I walk into the house, head upstairs and.. STOP… Kitty is lying in the middle of the floor happily chewing up a stick. Shredded wood is everywhere! GRRRR! So not my day. So, I decided to ignore the anger running through me because the day totally sucks so far and I decided to find some humor. If you are interested in seeing how I’ve clearly lost my mind and need to be locked up in a padded cell… Continue reading something I wrote to keep myself from crying and mass murdering these dogs….. I’m babysitting Kitty this week for the in-laws…I don’t know if I should laugh or cry!!!
A little explanation first (I go into detail later in a blog) The Morgans dropped off Kitty so they could go on their cruise. Becca and I had our Camping trip this weekend so Karen and Jeff stayed here to watch the dogs for us. They brought Sayge so we had 4 dogs in our house Friday thru Monday….
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My Vacation….by Kitty Morgan (the dog)
So, my caretakers decide I need a vacation. Maybe I’m working to hard, maybe they can feel my stress but anyway, they decide I need to get out more and socialize with my friends. So they take me up to Jacksonville to this new place that has so many new scents and corners to check out. My old pals Pagan and Luna are there and they help me get the lay of the land. There’s a new girl here too, they call her Sayge. I’m keeping away from her, she’s got a chip on her shoulder the size of my last ham bone. My caretakers leave me with strangers. The usual staff aren’t here so I’m stuck checking out the new guys and believe me, they’re sadly lacking in hospitality. I’m exhausted that first night so I drop into a sound sleep. I wake up at my usual time and I try my best to get the staff to help show me where I can do my daily constitutional. They just won’t listen, I can’t get their attention. Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to find it on my own. Have I said I hate stairs? There are just so many. This house is just too big to find anything in. Ahh, a nice big area, to check out. Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go right now. Nice clean carpet, looks like a nice place to relax and relieve my bladder. Another nap is in order while I wait for my breakfast.
What? What? I hear someone screaming my name. How rude that someone would be so loud and wake me out of a sound sleep. Damn stairs, I hate stairs, if someone wants me they should come to me instead of me having to run down these damn stairs. Huh, I didn’t know the cleaning staff was on today, look at her cleaning up my bathroom area, the cleaning stuff smells good but why is the cleaning lady using such nasty language? I didn’t relieve myself on the floors or in the kitchen, I thought this was the right place and if it wasn’t well, the staff here is sadly lacking in their skills because they should have allowed me to go outside.
Man am I hungry, that food sure smells good, I wonder where my plate is? I sure hope they realize I like my eggs softly scrambled and my bacon crisp. Oh ick, she’s pointing to the bowls by the water bowl on the floor. It’s that nasty stuff they swear is good for you. Oh where are my caretakers? I need my coffee!
This is my kind of day, other than starving to death because the staff refuses to give me the food I deserve instead forcing me to eat that slop Pagan and Luna seem to enjoy. Peasants! That’s what they are. This is so not the doggie resort and spa I deserve.
The regular staff showed up on Sunday, they didn’t seem happy with me for some crazy reason they just kept looking and pointing at the carpet where the previous staff cleaned up. I don’t know what their problem is, but they keep glaring at me. It’s disconcerting. I am so craving an ice cream cone, I wonder if I can find one somewhere…. I’ll check later
Monday this little person showed up and one of the staff insisted we stay outside in the yard. I’m offended. I’m not used to this cruel behavior. Where’s my couch? My chair? This is so rustic here, I can’t wait to get out of here. The little person has crackers her hand, she’s my height, I can take them and run. I’m so hungry for real food! Oh, hey, look at the new guys next door, they look like fun to play with. Better than these old guys here at this resort. Old and boring they are.. well, it’s hard to get over there, but if I make a little effort… Oh I hate dirt, it gets under my nails, but it’s the only way to check out the new resort. Dig, dig, dig.. I’m so going to need a manicure after this…Oh where did everyone go? The other tourists left! Huh, we’ll maybe I’ll just check out the sights and smells of this yard and maybe they’ll come back.
WHAT? WHAT? Why is everyone screaming my name, I’m trying to have fun here. Uh-oh, the main staffer looks pissed and she’s coming my way. I hate that look in her eye. She’s yelling at me to go home. God, I wish I could but it’s too far away…Oh, OH! She means go home to the resort – I’m on it! Whew, I’m hot and exhausted…HEY! Did she just try to kick me in my ass! Oh I am so going to management with a complaint. This place sucks! No tip for her.
The week has gone by with no complaints other than the food. I am so craving some good old fashioned down home food. This slop they serve is just unbearable. I eat it, but I’m not happy. The beds are comfortable and other than Monday, I’ve only had to stay outside long enough to do my business and a little sniffing. No complaints! I even found me a cool stick to chew on while everyone is away… Wait, I hear something. WHAT? WHAT? WHY do they constantly scream my name…Hey, HEY! That’s my stick, what is your problem? Go get your own you cow! Hey, that’s my leftovers you’re picking up. DUDE, you so need to wash your mouth out with soap, just nasty language, all I want is my stick back so what if I left pieces of it all over. It’s not like I won’t clean it up…..later! What IS your problem… Oh, I wish I were in Kansas….
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