Big Brass Ones

bacon in the tree tops

Did they think I wasn't going to notice the suitcase in the bedroom? How dumb to they think I am? Apparently, their plan runs something like this (I'm ALWAYS listening):

The bipedess is sneaking off for some unknown European destination this morning. The biped doesn't leave until Sunday (like I won't notice if they tip-toe out one at a time). Then the whole pack (biped, bipedess, and two pups) will converge on Cork in Ireland early next week and be there for St. Patrick's Day (also the elder pup's birthday).

Meanwhile, yours truly will be cared for by a nine-year-old neighbor boy who may or may not know his vent from a hole in the ground. We'll see who takes care of whom!

I'm SURE that if the sneaky bastards ever go to Scottland (the old country to us Gordons), they'll take me along. And pigs might fly.