There I was this past weekend, minding my own business, stretched out on mom’s legs and snoozing. That’s when I heard something that was so astonishing… so unlike my humans… so weird. I had to open my eyes and really pay attention to see if I was hearing right. I couldn’t believe it. I heard right.
OMP (oh my pig!) My humans were actually talking to someone on the blogs here that *I* know about meeting up next month. What? Why am *I* the last one to hear about this? And wait a minute… you are going to meet where? A place I have never heard my parents talking about wanting to go. But now this place has put a sparkle in mom’s eyes and a giddy up in dad’s voice. I don’t get it. I even heard mom making a hotel reservation with dad’s credit card.
And do you want to know the catcher? They are not bringing me? What is up with that? We anipals are going to grandma’s that weekend so mom/dad can go meet one of *MY* friends on the blogs here. Oh, and don’t ask me who on the blogs here they are meeting. Oh no. I had to piggy promise not to squeal.
I’m so abused here at the Hotel Thompson. I think I’ll go take another nap to try to get over this. Stomps off annoyed. I wonder what I can destroy in my room to show my dislike?