Alpha has come home from Brazil (thought that was a nut – but Mom tells me it’s a country) and life is back to being barking boring.
Seriously!
Mom’s frantically tik-tikking on her laptop thingy – whinging that she can’t play with me because she’s behind with all her stuff. (But she could take time off last week to play with Em – no fair.)
Alpha’s also behind with all his Professor Pants stuff so he’s been going off to work at the crack of dawn each day. Jolly irritating having that noisy alarm go off peep peep peep when it’s still dark and the birds have not even started squawking yet.
And it’s not like Mom gets up the first time it goes off. Nooooo… She keeps mumbling something about one more snooze, just one more snooze… Jeez woman! Some of us are trying to sleep here.
Eventually she gets up and stumbles down the stairs. She even has the cheek to ask me if I’d like to accompany her for a widdle? Look at her with my sleepy big brown eyes… “I think not. You go off and make us brekky. I’ll stay here and make sure Alpha gets safely into the shower.”
Which means I have to get onto the bed, sidle up to Alpha and put my cold nose on some available bit of his body. Or sometimes I just do the unladylike thing and fart – that’s a surefire way to get him up and moving.
Worse… when our routine is all messed up like this I have to wait until halfway through the morning before Mom and I go for our daily weemail. By then the blue dudes have started watering and all the latest news have been washed away. Or half the letters are missing and I don’t get the full story.
So I’m back to lying on the bed… checking out the comings and goings of the neighbourhood. Barking at the silly mutts that dash out of their front doors the minute somebody opens them. Then they run around the complex like ridiculous little hooligans.
Although it is sometimes amusing to watch the antics of their humans trying to get those naughty dogs back inside again.
I tell you… the life of Miss Fudgie-wena is a very hard one.
