I think my mom is mad at me. With unjust reason, of course. Here's what happened. We have a morning routine. Every morning Mom wakes up at 4:45 am, departs the house at 5:15 am and returns at 7 am. At 7 am, we go for a walk and then promptly eat our kibble at 7:15 am. It is our routine, and I do not like changes in this routine.
This morning started out normally - up at 4:45 am, mom departed for what looked like the pool at 5:15 am. At 6:55 am, Lulu and I make our way to the window to watch for mom, eagerly anticipating our walk. 7 am - no mom. 7:05 - no mom. I am getting hungry, and being hungry makes me very, very grouchy. At 7:10 am, still no mom, and the old man will not respond to our scratches on the bedroom door, so we decide to take matters into our own hands.
To express our anger, we knock over the lamp on the coffee table, and chew off the end of the cord that plugs into the wall so that it will no longer be functional.
It's now 7:15 am. Still no mom. My stomach is growling. Lulu and I are literally famished. Again, we decide to take matters into our our hands. Lulu uses her super dog jumping skills to grab a loaf of bread off the counter.
Mom comes home at 7:20 am, just in time to find us making sandwiches.
Mom muttered something about just buying that loaf of bread Monday, being late for work and how we were not going to get a walk this morning. Apparently, she had a really long swim workout this morning so she was running late. She talks really loudly, I think in hopes of rousing the old man out of bed to clean up the mess.
Then she gave us our bowl of kibble, which is really all we wanted in the first place.
Anyway, happy Cinco de Mayo friends! I'll be spending the afternoon with the old man drinking margaritas and eating burritos in celebration.
Woof!
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