Ah Easter.... a four-day weekend I look forward to all year. Yup. FOUR days. IN a row. Being a government worker (now there's an oxymoron for you) I get both Good Friday and Easter Monday off.
It's the one time that I get a Stat Day that the rest of the family doesn't.
Oh but I AM awful, aren't I? (you don't have to answer that)
But I can't help it. Easter Monday is the one non-vacation-day I can lay in bed until
I want to get up the animals force me out whining for breakfast.
Which made me think of what our pets think of regular working weekdays. I wonder what goes through their heads when they see us all rush out of the house early each morning, returning hours later to spend a short time cooking, eating, sleeping... only to start the silly routine all over again?
Only the dog is there to send me off at the front door and is there to excitedly greet me once more when I return home. I highly doubt she sits there all day, but I do ponder what they are thinking when I come back through the door...
You're Home! You're Home! You're Home!
Why did you leave? Where did you go?
Whatzthat? Did you bring me food?
Please let me hide behind your legs so that mean black cat will stop attacking me!
Good. Feed me.
Or pet me.
Or pet AND feed me.
You were gone?
I hadn't noticed.
So I guess you want your bed back.
Yeah, I am sure they consider me merely a live-in-pet-maid in THEIR home.
But come Monday, I am the Queen of my castle.
Hear that girls? And this Queen is proclaiming that she will sleep in until at least 8:30!
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