Today is Saturday. Saturday is a day when the people should stay home and really just hang out with me. They can do dishes or whatever else they want to do, but if there is any exiting of the house, it should include me. Believe it or not, that didn't happen today.
This morning after some usual lazy activity the girl owner left. I tried to tell her I was displeased. I howled and jumped up on her while she put her coat on, but she didn't understand the seriousness of my Saturday expectations. Sure, the boy owner was still here, but they are a lot more fun as a pair and I do get twice as much petting time when there are two of them.
As soon as she shut the door I decided I should let her know how unhappy I was with her actions. So, I peed on the kitchen floor. Yep, I just let it go. That will show her. She'll never leave me again. Hah.
My plan was fumbled by the fact that my boy owner (who thought a pipe just broke in the kitchen) came rushing in to see the mess I made. He was not happy. Someday they'll learn I don't like them to leave the house. EVER. Unless I'm with them of course.
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Reading this makes me glad that Ella has at least advanced beyond the dog phase. Eighteen month old humans act pretty much like dogs. But they grow up!
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