Wednesday night was horrible for me. First Dad bribed me into staying outside with him while Mom and Kat were inside. Then when I was allowed to go back inside, Kat and Mom were nowhere to be found! I was sure that the boogie man had gotten them, but I couldn't get Dad to care at all. I ran back and forth between the front window and the backyard, but I couldn't pick up the trail. Then I sat down in the back yard and howled, just in case the Siberian Network knew where Mom and Kat had been taken. It was a horrible two hours. I thought I might die. No amount of crying and pouting on my part inspired Dad to go look for them.
Finally Mom and Kat returned and guess what I got? My very own ice cream cone. Not a doggie cone either, a full-size human ice cream. Mom felt so bad for me that I had been left home alone. Apparently Mom and Kat were not kidnapped after all!
Here we are, dynamic duo, back together again.
Now, I understand that Mom and Kat were not kidnapped, but I hope they don't leave me like that again!