Yes, I’m standing in front of Mom’s computer while she’s working on this newsletter, trying my best to interfere. Usually, I’m her muse and take my job seriously, encouraging her to work and giving her inspiration. But she just returned from another trip when she abandoned me and intruder cat in the care of the man’s aunt. I’m torn between being angry at Mom and unable to leave her side for one minute. Because I’m weak, it’s the latter, and, thus, here I am, begging her for another petting. I have no shame.
It could be worse. The dog wasn’t able to stay with my human brother this time and had to go to something called a pet resort. Yeah, resort my left paw. He told me it was like jail. He also humiliated himself by crying like a baby puppy when Mom and the man picked him up. He also hasn’t left her side. We are a sorry lot.
There is one bright spot. April is the dog’s birthday. He’s going to be 13. Mom said we can all have treats when we celebrate in a few days. Finally, the dog is good for something.