I barely got away to write this. I don't think "they" noticed. At least not yet. I'm being held hostage in my very own home. Worse yet, no ransom has been demanded
nor any offered for my release.
The household pets will not allow me a moment's peace. They demand my constant attention.
Penny has had to be confined to a kennel at night so she won't scale the fence and escape with the neighborhood canine delinquents. Her release in the morning begins my Home Hostage Experience:
I play with and pet dogs until they calm down. Then I escape indoors. First I usually hear scuffling and snorting. Go outside. Penny is, as usual, beating up Polka Dot. Correction ensues. Escape indoors. Repeat five or six times until Penny is tired.
Then comes the sound of a foghorn. Penny has kennel cough. Go outside, pat dog on back until all clear. Repeat...Repeat
Escape indoors. Check on Cupcake, my geriatric fish. He's in his usual coma, check.
Put food in fish bowel to soften.
Repeat snuffle, snort, foghorn.
Shake Cupcake awake, make sure he eats.
Open front door. There's Penny, come for a visit. She is put in doggy jail (kennel ) for fifteen minutes for her fence hopping shenanigans.
Check fish. He's on bottom of bowel. I lift him up to his anemone with a spoon.
Suddenly I hear scraping sounds. Look outside. Penny is trying to dig up the septic tank. Doggy jail 15 minutes.
Escape inside. Soften more food for Cupcake.