I’ve been so excited about blogging. I was planning on telling you about the awesome elk carcass I found last week but Mom does something that really annoys me and I need to get it off my chest.

She has no concept of time. Example: Mom has her bag and keys and is going out the door. She says, “Be right back. Be good boys” which is Mom code for you’re staying home. To me, “be right” back means exactly that – not getting home 2 hours later. Geeze, it’s like she doesn’t trust me to understand that she is ditching me and will probably be back in time to give me and Woody dinner.

If she’s going to be gone for 2 hours, she should say so. That way I know if I can take a nap or not (I don’t go sound asleep ’cause I’m on duty 24/7). Be right back means I don’t have time for a nap. A “be right back” nap is hardly worth it. Woody tells me to relax. He says “be right back” means at least half an hour.

Lucky for me, we have a sun room and I have my own bed. It’s a great place for a nap and I can see when Mom’s car gets back. I love all the pillows. Usually I can’t get comfy until I mess them up. In this picture I haven’t gotten around to it yet.

And don’t even get me started on what “just a sec” means. I can tell you that it’s a lot longer than a second.

When Mom says, “Be right back” and leaves without me, she is literally taking her life into her own hands. I can’t take care of her if I’m stuck at home with Woody. I get why he gets left at home. He just sleeps. Even if he gets to go in the car he just sleeps. So usually I pout for a while and I decide I’m not going to be happy to see her when she gets home. There should be consequences for her bad decisions. Eventually, I might close my eyes but just part way. I’m on duty 24/7.

But then her car parks and I see her walking to the door. Then I hear the key in the lock. And then she’s HOME!!!!! I just lose it. I love her so much and really I’m relieved that she made it home on her own. And not just because I worry about getting dinner on time. I’m working on not jumping on her but it’s really hard.

I feel better getting that off my chest. Next time I’ll tell you about that elk carcass and one of our hikes. Or maybe I’ll tell you about my cousin Teddy or my sister Annie. I guess we’ll all just have to wait and see. Oh, I might tell you about waiting which I also hate.

Here’s hoping you have a treat in your dish and a bowl full of clean, cool water.