Rearrangements, Reinforcements, and Retributions
Tempest date: Monday 04.17.2017. Morning hours
0708: Parents left us (Sambuca and Tempi) alone, gates up, spy-bot on and me out of my crate…a most depressing time for me since I thought for sure they were going to spend the week at home with me again.
0710: Mom checks spy-bot camera as dad drives. She sees me pacing in front of the gate which faces towards the front door…then I disappeared behind the counter (btw – I deduced the camera couldn’t see me there).
0731: Parents checked spy-bot camera as they approached work. What they saw: Sammy wagging his tail and no sight of The Tempest. Then all of a sudden a blur of reddish-brown running up the stairs to the bedroom (no photo though…hehehe). What are the odds they’d check RIGHT then???? I sure hope they don’t realize they can buy a 128 GB SD card that can store our daily activities!
0801: Dad arrives home. Finds blankets which had been left in the kitchen in the “foyer” – if such a thing exists in this house. Sammy still wagging his tail but behind the gate. Tempi no where in sight. THIS is the Rearrangement. (note where blankets are in this pictures versus where they are in the first part of the video included in this blog).
0802-0804: Dad finds Tempi upstairs and discovers the gates are still in place (again, see attached video). Sammy is behind the gates. Tempi is not. Hmmm. A mystery for certain. Speaking of mystery’s Netflix has new episodes of MST3K (or Mystery Science Thearter 3000 for those who aren’t into the whole brevity thing).
0805: Dad gets us both on the other side of the gate, lets us outside and while we are out there running around he adds “Reinforcements” – or at least that is what he thinks he was doing. But seriously, a bit of plywood behind one gate and one of those useless wooden gates backing the other one???? Not what I would call tight security!
0829: Dad arrives back at work feeling good about himself (loser).
1305: Pet sitter (our good buddy) arrives at the house to find both of us in the living room. For those not playing along, this is “beyond our boundary”. Apparently, the reinforcement wooden fence was dragged beneath the protective plastic fence (and maybe chewed on a bit?). The later had then been toppled by the force of multiple Tempests. In short, nothing stops me from my objective. In this case, it was the workers outside tearing up our street. NOBODY warned me about this and as security is one of my main responsibilities I just had to get out and make sure the perimeter was protected.
1521: Mom and Dad both arrive home early!!!! Great day! Although this was largely due to our pet sitter ratting us out – and that darn spy-bot. Come to think of it, after all the good times with the pet sitter I have to assume it was that little villain perched up in the cabinet just out of my reach who narc-ed on us. Either way, we didn’t really get in trouble and we had our parents’ home which is usually a good thing. I immediately started relating my stories to dad in the hopes of a Monday evening blog but he ignored me and got out his work computer and started tapping away on those keys. I was like: “Psst. It’s your daughter! A little help here.” But I got nothing…Well not nothing overall. I still got a full dinner, a little leftovers off their plate and of course our evening walk – but all of that was well after their 1521 arrival time. Just saying.
Tempeset date: Tuesday 04.18.2017.
0639: Not real interested in breakfast.
(0620): Mom came downstairs with us and discovered a veritable (poop-emoji)- storm in the dining area. I could have told her I didn’t feel well in the night but neither she nor my dad bothered to ask. Is this the Retribution? I could see why you would think so but no. This was just a sick puppy.
So, getting back to breakfast. Like all good dogs I powered through the meal, went for our walk and hunkered down on my bed (although I do let Sammy think it is his during the night) and watched my parents go off to work.
1006: Mom checked the “puppy-cam” (a pure euphemism for the little spy) and Sammy and I were being little angels inside our zone. Of course we propped ourselves up on the gate a couple of times to see what the heck was going on outside in our street but we remained well behaved. “Uh oh”, she thinks. “This can’t be good.”
1221: That is at least what they thought based on the spy-bot. Turns out when the pet sitter arrived there was another [poop emoji] – and a call/text to my parents that things were not all hunky dory at our casa just as mom was suspecting by our good behavior.
1405: Parents leave work – after mom procured an appointment for me at our doctors.
1431: Parents arrive home to a clean but not so pleasant smelling house (Thanks pet sitter for the clean up!). Doors got open. Candles lit.
1505: Mom and I take a trip in the Honda Elephant and arrive at the vets (dad stayed home with Sammy). Since we were early we took a really long walk – much more than we ever would had Sammy and Dad been in the mix. Got back to the vet and what???? We were still early? “How did that happen,” my mother asked. DUH. Those two slow walkin’ lazy dudes weren’t around I pointed out with an accompanying teenage eye roll (something I’ve been working on). So since we were still early we hunkered down in the lobby. Turns out there was a teenage human there (eye roll) and her mother. They realized I was a beauty and came up and petted me – something I am totally cool with. Turns out that teenager wasn’t the buttsniffer I had expected. Anyhow, we were shortly thereafter shuffled off to on of the examination rooms where I behaved beautifully – as alway… just so long as they don’t try and trim my toe nails that is.
After this episode my mother has taken to calling me “Belly” since I had such cramps and upsetedness in that region.
The retribution for calling me names is still pending. Might be a kiss…but then again it might not!
Three R’s and a Capitol T for TEMPEST!
The video…as promised: