It is not easy being a dog

I am not working today.

What is going on when you are not here you ask?

Of course I was sleeping when the phone ring louder than ever. I was so sleepy but I had to answer, you know the feeling, right?

After the wrong number phone call, I cannot sleep again.

I took Fluffy outside. I was happy looking him from inside. This is the Log I kept of the session:

1. Dog look the environment to spot possible danger zones
2. Dog run freely to the curb
3. Dog mark his territory proudly. 9 seconds
4. dog sniff the air detecting the presence of "something"
5. the "something" never appears
6. Dog proudly marks email post from adjacent house, 8 seconds
7. Dog run satisfied to the door and let his ears fly.
8. Log is complete.

So I feel sleepy again and went upstairs. Your mom said something about the present sleep situation in this house: "En esta casa ya no se puede dormir" apparently she doesn't know is almost 9 AM

I feel free to go to check what is new in Google.

suddenly a scream fill the house. !Puta perro! said your mom.

As fast as I could, I create a story: "Fluffy open the garbage bag, and make a real mess in the kitchen" I can even saw the pieces of chicken and plastic bottles around.

¿tu sacaste a Fluffy? she asks. (yelling)

Si.

I said using the same actitud that Dora takes when she says: whatever...

Mira lo que hizo!!! screal your mom again.

Of course I do not want downstairs to see garbage all around, believe it or not that is not the idea of a fun trip to me.

I guess she was not going to wait for me so she told me: Se volvio a mear en la cocina.

So I have to put all the garbage I have in my mind. I put all those plastic in the same place I saw them before and instead I put a big yellow liquid beside one of the legs of the table. 1/2 second or less.

Suddenly I hear like a Olympic team doing exercise.

It was your mom chasing Fluffy through the living room. She was also saying a few things that this family blog cannot reproduce.

I can hear (but do not believe me) your mom giving advice to the noble creature in a indescriptible lenguage.

Suddenly the front door opens and the dog was out with safet recomdations for his life: "Vuelvalo a hacer y vera lo que le pasa"

right now the dog is inside sleeping beside the deck window. Your mom prepares breakfast giving me order of how to run my life and analyzing why The dog, the cat and even my daughters do not listen to me.

That is so far. I am going to the bathroom to give a cleaning experience to Fluffy.

It is Friday, before 10 AM. January 22 2010 The weekend just start.