You are NOT the boss of me!

I tell YOUUUU! All I wanted to do was stretch out in the sunshine and catch some rays, you know? So here I am, all relaxed, and I get this "Mary-Margaret! Time to come in!" stuff from Mom. Yeah...sure. I ignore her. So she goes at it again, only this time she's more adamant. Again...I do what any intelligent, independent pup would do - IGNORE!! Besides, she's in her bare feet and there's frost on the lawn. I feel safe.

She's quiet for a bit, then I hear "Mary-Margare O'BRIEN!!!! You GET IN HERE!!". Like...uh....we've heard this before? Frost? Bare feet? I don't theeeeenk so. She launches a string of stuff like "You are in such trouble, Missy!", and "Bad bad BAD puppy!". Uh huh! Yup! I'm all that and more. Trying to keep a straight face here.
She slams the door and it gets quiet. Ahhh...peace at last.

It DOES get a bit chilly after a while, so I pick up and get into the house. Trying to sooth her ruffled feathers, I hop up onto her shoulder. Well, GEE WHIZ. SORREEEE that my feet are wet. Good gosh, she's in a mood, and I find myself back on the floor.

Ultimately, we go upstairs into her office where the heater is blowing warm air. She's going to work on bank statements. I am into my kennel on my cuddly soft sherpa pad. She's not speaking to me which isn't necessarily a bad thing. She'll get over it.

Cheers and best wishes for a safe New Year's weekend.

Love,

Mary-Margaret "In Charge" O'Brien