Dad’s home… and just when I was getting comfy with having some quiet time to myself! Now I’ve got to watch out for dad coming to grab me and brush me (mum is too scared to pick me up, which suits me fine).
On top of that, dad is much more strict… no more digging or chewing in things for me I’m afraid. Thanks a lot, dad.
Dad is finally home! Of course at first I didn’t come up and say hi. First I had to go and sniff all his stuff… where has he been? Has he been eating carrots without me? I have to know!
It turned out that he’d been up north somewhere, and everything of his smelled weird - dad said it was “chlorine” from the pool. Whatever you say dad.
I’m just glad he’s back; I prefer the way he makes breakfast.
Gus and I are so tired! We have been really busy trying to keep Mum as preoccupied as possible — to take her mind off Dad being away.
Here are some of the things we thought might help keep her mind of Dad:
1. I made sure to dig in the litterbox and flick litter as far as I could, that way, she had to clean it up and that kept her busy.
2. Gus flipped the bunny fort into the middle of the living room and grunted at her when she went to pick it up.
3. I snuck into the bedroom (I know - she left the door open, how exciting!!!) and I was able to pull apart the barrier preventing us from getting under the bed, and I overturned the bedside table - this sent the cordless phone and base crashing to the floor. NICE!
4. We both spent last night chewing up the rug. We left bits throughout the house for her to pick up.
5. Gus made sure only to eat the tops of the parsley, that way Mum would have to pick them up by hand before she could vacuum up the litter I flicked every where.
Mum pretended to get mad - but really, we know she was just sad because she missed Dad. We tried to help keep her busy - it sure was fun!
So just after Mummy returns and Betsy and I think life is back to normal, Dad goes and leaves us! I went and sat beside Dad’s side of the bed looking for him this morning, but Mum said he is going to be away for a few days visiting friends.
I don’t know what to do - I mean, Mum is good and all, but I miss Dad’s ear rubs.
I flipped my bunny-fort to show my displeasure.
Maybe Betsy and I should take a holiday for a few days so they miss us too …