Sunday, July 14, 2013

354 - 11 more posts until it is 365!

Hi G-Fans!
Well, it turned into a hot and steamy SUNday!  The concierge ditched us for most of the day, but to hear her tell it she was to keep us cool and comfortable.  Now maybe that was a benefit, but you can't convince me that it was the primary focus.
You just can't.
So, another day of the concierge sucking wind.
No, not because I pounced on her gut or chest, but because of the way things keep happening around here.
Where did we leave on off on the latest for household functioning?
Two weeks ago the car, leak and something else were fixed - I would have to look back to remember for sure...?   Now (as of yesterday and today) the vacuum, dryer, basement mildew or mold and hot water either don't work or are threatening to be a problem.  
WHAT? 
I know I am a dog, and none of those things mean very much to me, but even I know that all those things being a problem in some way or another is stressful.  And the weather doesn't help.
So, you ask, what am I going to do to help?  
Well, aside from demanding a daily walk, NOTHING!
What can a princess do?  
Hey, and I want kudos.
I stayed in the kitchen this morning while she did her Sunday morning away-from-home thing. And why is that important?
Because the concierge made freshly picked raspberry muffins with blueberries and walnuts, left them on the stove, went to do her usual Sunday morning routine and I too left them on the stove while she was gone.  I didn't take even one.  Nor did I harm any sponges, scrubbers or stinky cans (especially cat or sardine cans).
How good am I?
And tonight the concierge came home smelling of odd things.  Sizing, musty closed up spaces, unknown people, the works pretty much.  I am just too tired to go over it all.  We had walks but not until late because of the heat.  Oh, and there was cleaning done on BOTH Saturday AND Sunday.  How could things get worse?
So, that's it for now.
May your collar stay cool even in the summeriest of days.
TTFN!
-G
Mmmmmmm

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