Grrr.

Yet again I was subjected to a weekend away from my temperature-controlled home, my couch, and my king sized bed.  Mommy and daddy took me to go sleep outside in a piece of nylon fabric they call a "tent".  I call it "no protection". 

  
Here I am checking that mommy has done an adequate job securing the "tent" to the ground.  As I mentioned earlier, the "tent" is my only protection from extreme temperatures, noises in the night (especially the dogs in the campsite across the road), and bugs. 

Unfortunately, the batteries in mommy's camera died on Friday night, so I don't have the photographic evidence, but I survived spending two nights and three days without air conditioning (or Ferb).  Barely.

Helping Daddy

On Sunday, we had to hang up the TV in our living room.  Daddy was the labor, Ferb was the foreman, and I was management for the project.  An equitable distribution of labor, I thought.

Ferb did a good job supervising the job.

 

He kept a close eye on daddy, making sure he was doing everything up to spec.

 

For my part, I was an excellent manager.  I managed to sit on the couch all afternoon.

 

Hanging Out by the Pool

Ferb and I had a relaxing weekend.  We spent most of the Saturday and Sunday sunbathing in our playroom.  The room that mommy and daddy call "The Office".

I figure we're lucky to have an indoor pool in our playroom.  Mommy says that it's a drinking fountain, not a pool, but I don't buy it.  It has water in it and the fact that it isn't big enough for us to swim in it doesn't really bother us because we don't really like to get wet.  So we'll settle for getting a drink from it when we get too hot from sunbathing.