Latchkey? NOT!

HI G-FANS!

I hope you didn't worry.  There were all sorts of technical and not-so-technical issues in getting the post done before now.

First I want to share that the concierge SAID she would do the blog last night and proceeded to pass out on my couch with the computer humming as she waited for the downloaded pictures to be processed.  When her coma finally broke it was party time in NYC and time to get up in the farms of Wisconsin (actually it was probably a little too early for that if I were to be honest.... or the farmers were to be honest.... but still)

But, to the concierge's credit, she did the regular routine of dishwasher, cookies (shhh, don't tell RIley, he slept through that), teeth brushing and us to bed and then tried to tackle the task from the royal chambers.  That is when the fun REALLY started!  First the internet wouldn't work, no matter how many times the password was put in the internet wasn't connecting.  Then, after restarting the computer, putting the password in for the 30th time, voila!  Internet :)

I think Google stops behaving in the wee hours of the morning, because this isn't the first pass-out episode of the concierge and then struggled to get the post done and couldn't due to the lack of functionality of the blog site.

Because it did not function.

Sure, the concierge was able to get the pictures primed for posting, but no matter what she did to make them post, post they would not!!

Then, she called it a night, shut everything down, and we went to sleep (by that time, actually, the concierge says I was snoring loudly).

So, this morning came, we are rested and excited to tackle our task.

Focused.

Ready.

The concierge with her tea, me with breakfast in my belly.

The computer spontaneously shuts off.

HMMM...

Maybe there is another force going on.

Because what I want to write about is what happened last night.

I want to tell you that I am NOT, nor are my constituents,

LATCHKEY KIDS (dogs)!

NOT!

We had a nice enough morning as the concierge didn't have to rush out as she normally does and we actually were able to greet and meet so to "speak".

Then, Harry's concierge let us out before heading on a trip towards Izzy and Jack (of which, I have been informed, is not actually close enough for a visit ):.

And then nothing.

And then an early dinner, a whole hour or more early!  Hmmmm.  Not that we complained getting our meal early.

But then nothing.

No concierge.

No concierge's helper.

No socializing.

No loving up.

Nothing.

So one of us (not Raphael, he has an alibi) took action into our own paws.  Perhaps more than one of us.  I know and I am no rat.  Nor are the others.  (Riley, however, slept through the uprising - he doesn't know anything).

I, however, appear to be the concierge's first choice in pointing the finger towards, Bertie being last choice, so that leaves me and Tessa as the prime suspects........

But, anyway, the concierge came home late only to find the results of our paw-work...

She didn't yell, she didn't scream, she just did the low voice I-am-so-disappointed-in-you talk.  

We don't care.  

You DO NOT leave the royal cotillion alone for hours on end without repercussions.  

You just don't.  

The sooner all parties get that the better things will go.

The concierge took pictures of the activity.

We have mice, maybe they did it!

I have no remorse, as I have a clear conscience!

So, may you handle the stress in your life effectively and allow it to motivate you to the next level!!

TTFN!

-G