May 13th 2009 1:12 pm
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I have been gone less than two weeks and life is deteriorating rapidly here at the Mulligan Compound.
Last night Mom accidentally left a Diaper Delight on the floor. Granted it was not an extremely Delectable Diaper Delight (number one only,) but still, a Diaper Delight is a Diaper Delight. Pennie left it unshredded and uneaten.
Little Lad left a box of Kellogg's Apple Jacks cereal on the kitchen table. Oh, I would have been all over that! I would have eaten the cereal, licked the tasty sugary remnant bursts, then consumed the inner lining bag. After that I would have shredded the box all over the carpet. Instead, Mom caught Wee Lass sitting on top of the kitchen table, her Wee hands inside the inner lining bag eating those last sugary bursts, and the box, quite intact, behind the Recliner Chair.
Yet another package arrived today. Pennie paid no notice; indeed practically invited the FedEx delivery person in to rub her head! I do believe that Mom, in her grief, has turned to shopping via the Internet, causing a great deal of package-deliveryness to the Mulligan Compound. In Pennie's defense, she still HATES the two neighbors that we both did not like, and barks at them double, to make up for me.
Mom has a nasty cold. No doubt in her Grief her immune system is down and it is a wonder if it does not turn to pneumonia. Pennie has not been giving Mom Compression Therapy! Pennie has been happy to plunge her tongue deep into Mom's sinuses to clean them out, but how can Mom heal properly without a 50 pound plus dog laying upon her, with the dog's warmth and naturally humidified Healing Vapors? Pennie calls herself "Nurse Pennie" but really she must give Mom Compression Therapy, as I would surely do!
Oh, I fear, yes I fear for the standards here at the Mulligan Compound. I even hear murmurs that Pennie is attempting to call it the Pennie Complex. Hmmph. Little Lad himself requested that it continue to be called the Mulligan Compound.
Leave A Comment | 7 people already have We can't imagine your place being called anything but the Mulligan Compound! "Naturally humidified healing vapors." I must remember that next time Finkmom complains when one of my stinkers wafts up to her face. I'll tell her to quit complainin' cuz I"m trying to clear her sinuses! Maybe I should call those "Naturall stinkified healing vapors!" Shocking conditions! And it should ALWAYS remain the Mulligan compound, but Pennie can claim whatever "complex" she wants! We miss you, dude! Absolutely, pawsitively shocking conditions there. And all this in only two weeks? I dread to think how far things will have gone downhill by this time next month! And just leaving a Diaper Delight on the floor like that, uneaten and unshredded? How on earth will your Mom be kept on her toes? I shudder to think. Pennie needs to up her game. I'm thinking that maybe Pennie's internship was just not long enough. Did you delegate properly or did you just give a big sigh and do everything yourself? How were her performance reviews? Was she categorized as a leader or a follower? As a follower-type, she may just be overwhelmed at her new duties. Give her time. Maybe Mom should show her the ropes again. I can just see your mom demonstrating how to appropriately enjoy a Delectable Diaper Delight or shred an Apple Jacks box. Go for it, Mom! I'm appalled that Pennie has let conditions slip so quickly. Perhaps you should come to her in her dreams and have a word with her! Well, really, what did you expect?
But, thank goodness, you are ON GUARD.
And thank goodness Pennie is barking double. She may be missing out on all the treats, and mom's care, but the compound must remain intact.
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May 13th 2009 at 3:34 pm