Ok, maybe I’m borrowing mommy’s flare for dramatic writing. The truth is that they booked that cabin months ago and missed the cancellation deadline for the vacation. It’s not too far away, and daddy decided that he’d like to try to take the trip anyway. It’s a good thing they did. Daddy came back finally starting to feel significantly better, and mommy’s attitude improved drastically. None of us understand why they didn’t allow me and Zack in the cabin. Probably because it was a log cabin, and they were afraid Zack would reduce it to toothpicks with his mad chewing skills. He did a fair amount of showing that off with Grandmommy. His new toy and travel cage were a disaster by the time the parronts rolled back into town. At least they came home on Friday, so we had the weekend together before they went back to work. And they assured me that Zack and I get to go on the fall vacation to the beach.
Still, I let them hold it. I gave them a full-on Quaker squawking fit that lasted nearly five minutes, compete with pacing, turning, fluffing, slinging seed, wing flaps, hiding in my happy hut and, in the end, a “love you.” I do love Grandmommy. She’s nice and talks to me a lot like mommy does. But she doesn’t watch Star Trek or listen to grunge music. She likes Hallmark movies and country and oldies music. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with those people. They’re crying over lost loves when there are aliens and space phenomenon that need to be dealt with. “The Golden Girls” were alright. They were funny.
Oh well, to each their own. At least Zack and I know we’re well loved by out parronts and extended flock. Even if their preferences in entertainment are slightly different than my own impeccable tastes.
That’s all today. Take care. Have a Happy Friday tomorrow and a wonderful weekend!
Bye!