Home Alone

We won't exactly be alone, but the woman is travelling with a herd of other horse women to some gigantic equi-fest in Ohio. They will be gone till Sunday evening and I certainly hope they return with adequate presents for us because we're not at all pleased with the inconvenience.

A pleasant woman called Marianne will be seeing to our chambermaid duties on Thursday and Friday. She came over yesterday so the woman could give her specifics as to how we like things done. For example, we like our beds deep and slightly banked and a goodnight mint in our feeder. The woman says they always do this in better hotels. Then she said "Don't let them blackmail you, and don't leave the wheelbarrow unattended because they'll tip it. Oh, and they're not allowed to play with the hose. And don't leave your jacket where they can get at it. Basically, they're not at all to be trusted." What slander! We are always kind and courteous and offer no end of help.

The male human will see to our needs on the weekend and that is a whole other story. He's famously absentminded and leaves doors open and objects lying around. He is also notoriously soft-hearted (unlike some I could mention) and gives us anything we demand. We're very much looking forward to his tenure and hope to have many stories of the fun activities we share with him. The woman says what I mean is perpetrate, not share, but she's always so negative.

I've dictated another blog entry to "Her Bossiness" and the male human is instructed to post it on Friday or Saturday, unless he forgets. I have a good mind to fire the woman and find someone more reliable to do my typing. A trained monkey, perhaps. Hehhehheh.