Hell froze over

Well after my daily pleas for Aye to recognize that I like to stretch my legs during the day, she finally showed me some love. Seems that she worked from home today (I have my suspicions why, I'll get to that in a moment), and let me out on the patio to play while she typed away at her computer.

Ah, it felt so nice. The warm sun on my black tushie. The breeze in my short, black mane.

And here's why I think she worked from home. Around 4:30 or five in the morning, I heard a man's voice from downstairs. And I know it wasn't Dee and her London Fling , because they had already left for his hotel early Sunday night. I SUSPECT, as Dee and Bee have already, that Aye had a former flame downstairs. A former, deadbeat, pot smoking, good for nothing but a hook up flame.

Moreover, Aye did not discuss one measly fact of last night, when otherwise she would have dished every detail about the night.
Giving me a sense that my doggie intuition is correct....