Gettin' Up Late

OK, so this morning was really weird. Daddy usually comes in and gets me at around the same time every day, but today he was late. Really late, actually. I'm talking at least 45 minute to an hour.

It wasn't a big deal. I just sat there with Toodee and Moxy and Puglee and Pete and Black and White Kitty and waited patiently.

But Daddy was really late.

It was almost as if he took out the recycling, then came back to discover that the door locked behind him and he didn't have a key or his phone, so he had to go to the neighbors house and call Mommy, but since he didn't have his phone he didn't have mommy's pager number or her office number, so he had to call the hospital main line, then get connected to Mommy's secretary, who then had to page her in the operating room, and when she called Daddy back she couldn't come give him the key because she was in the middle of surgery, so she had a resident go to her office, get the keys, drive her car home so he could give the key to Daddy, who then got back in and came to get me up about 45 minutes late.

But that doesn't make sense, cuz Daddy is a GOOD parent, and a good parent would never do that.

Musta just been the time change.