The Air Conditioner is back on line. The Repairman came and I had to go in the crate. Jamie put the fan not too far from my crate and Mom turned it on so that I would be cool. By the time the transformer was fixed, it was over 80 degrees in the house! So I’m glad I had the fan.
I don’t like being in the crate, though.
Grandma came over and I jumped on her. A couple of times. They are really trying to keep me off her. Then Grandma said, “You’d Better Get Rid of That Dog!”
Back in the crate. Mom said, “We are Not Getting Rid of That Dog.” Mom does not look happy and in fact, she looks stressed out. Grandma is here until tomorrow and Mom has to watch both of us. I’m confused, because Grandma keeps saying to get rid of me, then she feeds me at the table. I know she feeds me, so I jump on her. Mixed signals from humans do not help me at all.
At least Mom is going to see a Bruce Willis movie tonight for her birthday after Grandma goes to bed. I suppose I will have to go back in the crate, because of the jumping thing. (sigh) I am not looking forward to going back in the crate.
Well, at least Air Conditioner is working.