Hi G-Fans!
How many ways can I express my displeasure before the humans put it together? I have said it over and over, I do NOT like my routine to be changed, ESPECIALLY when I haven't been consulted or informed of any changes. I have dragged sponges, cans, chocolate cake containers, lids; I have eaten chocolate cake, air conditioners, faux leather reclining chairs; have I NOT made my point YET?
Tonight the concierge's helper fed us and hung out with us, and then left us. The concierge was not home yet. He left us alone. AT NIGHT!
If anyone has been paying any attention they would know I do not like to be left alone at night. There is something about a lack of light that just doesn't work for me.
So I chomped that plastic lid right off the "pet safe" salt the concierge gave no thought to leaving by the door.
Yes I did.
And I blamed Tessa.
I did.
I let her take the half chomped off lid into the backyard for Harry;s concierge to follow up on.
A fatal flaw with my plan.
Tessa wasn't in the same part of the house with me while I did my deed.
So, she was ultimately off the hook.
Drats.
I is one thing to do those things that get my idea across.
It is another to have someone else take the blame.
So, I still feel justified because I had a ratty walk. It was pitiful. Everyone but Bertie went on round one, then I was unceremoniously dumped at the door with Riley and Bertie was picked up for a similar version of what I did (and RIley). I know the snow and ice is challenging to manage, but come on, really? Around the block? That is just the worse walk that has ever been tried to be passed off on me as a walk EVER! It is ridiculous. For revenge I shall retire to the royal chambers and fart all night. I think that is fitting punishment.
I will let you know how that goes.
So, may you get adequate exercise every day for your mind, body and soul and plenty of understanding people who get your communications!
TTFN!
-G
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