Hi G-Fans!
I write to you from the Royal Boudoir in hopes the massive grouch will calmly record my transmission and then go to sleep without further ado. She has been unbearable for the last two hours. GROUCH!
She has been snapping at me and Raphael, Bertie and Snagglepus. I mean really, so what if Raphael is pacing from room to room with a bone in his mouth for an hour in a half. He was making a point. He wanted to tell the concierge that we want to walk despite the rain. Repeatedly. I wanted the treat once we got back in from the walk so I was anxious to get the walk underway as well. Snagglepus is on a new whiny kick and will sit in the middle of a busy doorway so everyone has to brush by him and he will squawk that he is being touched by one of us. The concierge is so beyond frustrated with that behavior. She removes him from the spot so it isn't an issue and he marches right back to the same spot. Grrrr.
Sometimes he swats at us, he startled Bertie today so much so that Bertie dropped the bone out of his mouth. OOPS.
And of course there was the preparation for the walk.
The helper was flat out refusing to go, he has a thing about rain. So he got a full measure of abuse. Then Bertie got so excited, as usual, he was jumping around like a jumping bean without concern for others, in particular Riley.
Ultimately we got the stinkiest walk ever. The second we stepped outside the lightning started, which shortened the walk to a quick jaunt around the block... with the helper in tow I might add...!
None of us were struck by the lightning, including Harry's concierge, which would make that #3 for her if she had been.
I thought the concierge was going to behave better when we got back, but she just continues her grumpy behaviors.
So, may you find a secluded spot away from those triggers for grumpiness, and GET OVER IT!
TTFN!
-G
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