Today is Dad’s birthday, and he was having a great day up until the time that Air Conditioner broke down and went on the fritz. We are in the middle of a heat wave, so the timing could not have been worse. Dad tried to fix Air Conditioner but he couldn’t do it; so tomorrow a Repairman is coming and that means back to the crate for me. You know how I jump.
I was in the crate for almost 2 1/2 hours when the cable guy was here to swap cable boxes and fix up Dad’s new TV that he got for his birthday. The man was really nice, and said that he had a 115-lb. Bulldog as a pet. He told Mom I could come out of the crate, but, like I said, you know how I get. Miss Friendly. Overly Friendly, as a matter of fact. So I waited it out.
I think Dad had a good day up until the bit of a snafu happened. He got some nice gifts, only worked in the morning, took Mom and Jamie out to lunch, and brought me some tasty tidbits back from the restaurant.
But now he’s hanging kind of low. Also, it’s warming up in here and Repairman won’t be out until the morning. Mom put out fans and to be honest, I didn’t even bark at the noise. I can tell Dad’s not in the mood. Mom said not to worry, because at least it wasn’t Refrigerator who went kaput, so we don’t have to throw everything away. I guess that’s one way to look at it.
Anyway, I just wanted to say “Happy Birthday” to the best Dad ever. I love you so much! I feel a “flashmob” coming on!