So there I was, all alone.
Daddy had left on his vacation earlier in the morning of March 7th, and after initially pacing around the appartment for an hour I settled, gingerly, down for the duration.
After all, what could go wrong, right?
There's nothing to be afraid of, right?
Breakfast was the first order of the day, and the new food bowl Daddy got was no sweat to use.
I had been preparing for posting on Daddy's BikeBlog, and that was on my agenda as well (Boy, would his readers be surprised, hee, hee!).
In between blogging, eating, and using the litterbox, I spent a lot of my time, every day, sleeping in my Tower, or on the bed, looking out the window, listening to talk shows on KFI 640 am radio and...
watching lots, and lots of TV!
Animal Planet, Discovery Channel, and National Geographic Channel are absolutely MUST SEE TV! ;-D
All was nice, and easy...except when Daddy's sister came by.
I am sure the woman is a very nice person, and Daddy says she just loves her Daschund to pieces but, and I'm embarrassed to admit this, I was not a happy camper whenever she came by.
Sometimes I would be on my Tower when she came, and would hiss at her in greeting from that lofty perch.
Hissing, always hissing!
Nothing she could do, not the feather toy, the fish nip treats, or the good job she did keeping me in food and water, and cleaning my litter box, could convince me to play the role of good host that I knew Daddy expected of me.
She smelled very nice, don't get me wrong!
I just don't know what came over me!
Maybe she needs to visit Daddy more so we can get to know each other better, especially if he's gonna go on more trips in the future.
Anyway, the days came and went pretty much as described above, until a very weird Thursday...
A day that changed everything...