Sometimes I wonder why momma does not seem to understand the fundamental rules of daycare:
The First Rule of Daycare is: you do not talk about Daycare.
The second rule of Daycare is you DO NOT talk about Daycare.
Meaning that a month ago when I had an eye owie, I was determined not to tell how I got it. Not even when vet lady put green gunk in my eyeball and let it run out my snooter.
I tried to show enthusiastic agreement when vet lady declared that it was most likely allergies.
But you know my momma. I admit that she caught me pestering my eye a few times too many so she took me back to see a different vet lady and she immediately pointed out that the mark above my eye, combined with some marks on my snooter and a bit of swelling in the old eye socket could only mean that I had a tussle with somebody of the canine persuasion.
I want everybody to know that I am not a rat (I say that without really understanding what it means because I would think it would be obvious that I'm no rodent).
But momma called Daycare and said "Oh Dexter was BIT by a doggie at daycare and the pattern of tooth marks indicates it was a small dog. Are there any little dogs beating up on Dexter?"
I am chagrined. How can I hold my head up at daycare now? Will all the doggies be laughing at me for being a tattletale? And will the gang of midget dogs plot their revenge on yours truly while I am enjoying a brief sun bake?
Oh well, hopefully by the time I return they will be on to some other drama. My return, by the way, has been delayed by the impending arrival of Frankenstorm. Yes, Momma already told the daycare that I certainly would NOT be going in on Tuesday.
We're all ready for Frankenstorm here at the estate.
Yesterday, my human brother spent the day hooking up Big Red the generator (I know that the generator is orange - I'm not color blind - or am I? hard to tell - but Big Orange just doesn't sound as cool).
He even put this transfer switch in so that momma can safely turn power on and off to Big Red as the need arises.
All that remains is for Master to put in the exhaust chimney so that Carbon Monoxide lady doesn't keep shrieking "EVACUATE! EVACUATE!" That really hurt my ears.
Now then, I want to tell you and your humans to stay safe during the big storm. There is NOTHING more important that your personal well being. No heroic trips to work or last minute runs to the grocery store. Just hunker down and ride it out.