Power Outage

No post yesterday - power outage and I have no idea how to use my phone to do this. I can barely do it with a computer.

We lost power at 1 am or so Sunday morning and didn't get it back until about 4:45 am Monday morning. I know, because I was up both times.That's right! Bronwyn, little whiner that she is, had me up this morning at 4:15 with her whine this and whine that. The big dope came down and let her outside. Meanwhile, I'm still in the crate wondering why the special treatment.

When they came back in, he let me out. Then he lit a few candles and told us that it wasn't time for breakfast yet. Wait a while...I eat first thing every morning. I don't care what time it is. But no, we had to wait. Then, the lights came on. Joy! The big dope blew out the candles and went around turning off lights that he didn't want on and turning on lights that he did want on. When he came back, guess what the little brat Bronwyn was doing...she was taking a dump right in the middle of the rug. He caught her, said "No" (That word still makes me jump a little even if I know it's not for me.) and then took her right outside. I got to go with this time. We played around out there (Bronwyn didn't have to go, anymore, naturally.), in the rain, and then came back in. While I was out there, I was starting to feel a little punk. I don't know, maybe I caught something.

We came back in and the sweetheart was up. We hung around for awhile and then I got to eat! First! And then right back out into the rain.

The two of them crated us up and went out for awhile, then they came back and the big dope left on his own. I don't know where they're going. He says something about "work." What the hell is that? Isn't it enough work to take care of the brat? Why does he have to go looking for work?

Anyway, the sweetheart stayed home for awhile and then I started feeling really punk. I walked around kind of fidgety like for awhile, sniffed around the walls, avoided the brat jumping on me and biting at me, rang the bell and then, without any further ado, I yorked all over the floor. Boy, did it feel good to get that out. But the sweetheart wasn't acting so sweet anymore. Oh well, I guess it all comes with the territory.

I'm going to bed to try to sleep this off.