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Yesterday was a really tough day for us. Everything was late. Hu-Dad kept muttering something about a time change, but no one told us.
Why isn’t this door open yet?
Our morning started with the Hu-Dad trying to sleep beyond our usual wake-up time. Believe it or not, he told us to shush and that we would get up at our regular time. But our regular time was an hour late!
It is dark out here. Where is dinner?
And our meals were late. Breakfast was an hour late. Dinner was an hour late. None of this is acceptable at all. And when we settled on the couch for a little evening relaxation time, Hu-Dad said we had a whole hour to go before he could join us.
Well, you know us. We complained all day long about this delay.
Loudly.
We sure hope everything is back on schedule Monday, though Hu-Dad said something about not until Spring.
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Ice ‘n Ebby say: Oh, we are so glad we live in Canada, in the Peace Country of Northern BC, where we stay the same time all year round. Our schedule is uninterrupted. The hu-Mom & Dad’s is different, though. Their TV schedule gets all messed up with the time change, but other than that, we just sit here in the Peace Country and let the rest of the world go around us!
Completely unacceptable!! Our day was all messed up yesterday and again today late!
Yes!!! This human agrees!!! Changing time twice a year kills me for at least a week!! Howl loudly for me too!!!
Leena promptly informed me this morning that time will not be altered. At 7:57 this morning she said it was time to wakeup and open the door to the rest of the house. Me, thinking this meant it was pee-o’clock, got up. As soon as I opened the door, she ran to the next room and laid down and didn’t move. Translation, my clock may change an hour, but that is unacceptable to her ladyship!
My guess is, you all must adjust as well to the herd’s time, not the other way around! Or else! (Did I do that right herd? Who’s a good human? Is it me?)
Our mom is grumbling something about today being the 2nd day in a row that we got up too early (5am) for breakfast! Doesn’t she hear our tummies grumbling? Sheesh…what a grump! BOL
They train us so well in their routines. Deviate, and expect woo-wooing, pawing and pleading eyes. We cave in.
Aw you poor babies!!!! It’ll be Spring before you know it???❤️
My mom had the same thought. She said Kida Kay down its only 5. I said no it’s not its 6 and we are late for a date in the kitchen. Woe is us that has to deal with the humans in our lives.
See mom has me so worked up with this lateness that it’s supposed to be Koda lay down Bol Bol
We hear ya! Although we didn’t let Mom sleep in yesterday. Promptly at the normal Sunday wake-up time (which Mom kept grumbling was “only” 7am and she needed another hour) we began jumping on her until she got up and took us on walkies. And THEN dinner was an entire half-hour late. (Mom makes sushi rolls on most Sundays and our dinner is always in the middle of the sushi rolling, because apparently we can’t be entirely trusted with raw fish in our midst. Not that we actually take it off the counter. We just impede Mom’s movement to the point that it is better to give us fish than try to make dinner. Eventually she gives in and feeds us. We may never reach the levels of Sibe-deviousness, but we do okay…)
*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus