A week ago this past
Friday I headed to the beach with my little furkid, Sophie The Wonderdog, for
a mini-vacay with friends. I left
the place in the capable hands of Adrienne and Proof.
The problem with
leaving the keys to the liquor cabinet with these two blogger friends is Proof
lets the squirrel population at Casa de Curmudgeon have free reign of the place
while he and Adrienne sample swill all the good liquor. Adrienne at least tries to tidy up the joint
before I get home.
I left the beach
early this morning unbeknownst to my party-hardy friends. When I pulled into the driveway I heard
someone in the backyard hollering “Polo, Polo, Polo”.
There, in my pool, I
found some Italian guy with all his clothes on, a water-skiing squirrel and one
on Adrienne’s cats taking a dip. What
the…
There were nuts on
the bottom of the pool and cat hair stuck in the pool filter.
Usually, Proof
charges my credit card to hire topless maids to clean up the mess he leaves. This time there wasn’t a trace of anyone trying
to tidy up. What am I gonna do with
these two?
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