My wings have been clipped. I'm on restriction, time out, on my knees in a corner. Daughter has declared that I have been too lax in monitoring Ms. Carrie since she has been ill and now Ms. Carrie thinks she is a queen and we are her court that must bow down to her when we aren't rushing around to honor her commands.
Daughter said Ms. Carrie needs a reality check; no spoiling today. She must stay home and learn to walk to the refrigerator all by herself to get something to drink; there will be no one now to race around fetching and carrying for her. "After all" says the daughter "she had her tonsils out; she didn't break her leg."
Just yesterday before Carrie went home, I tried to have a little "come to Jesus" talk with her. I warned her that her mother wasn't too inclined to be her servant. I tried to tell her that giving a demand to her mother when she got home might get her into trouble. She just grinned at me; I know she understood what I was saying but she didn't heed my advice. Today when I called the daughter, I found that the husband and I were banned. We had been too good to Carrie which wasn't beneficial to Carrie living amongst other humans, mainly her family. I do believe Carrie must have gotten a little bossy when she returned home which was her downfall.
I have promised the daughter that I will try to be meaner when Ms. Carrie is visiting. I will ignore her requests to me to "hurry it up, I don't have all day" and "I'm the boss, now go".
Her Poppy, the husband, will be harder to retrain I'm afraid. He is a big woose when it comes to Ms. Carrie. Her wish is his command. Silly man. We have not to wonder why she prefers to be with him over everyone else.
I miss you Ms. Carrie. We will sneak off tomorrow..ok?