I should have seen the signs.

Looking back, it was obvious:  it was going to be a bad day.

I should have known from the start.   Here's what happened.

1.  Maebe was made official.  I didn't get to sign off on it, but the bosses went ahead and adopted her.  Jumping the gun a little, if you ask me.

2.  Maebe got bed privileges.  I don't really care that much about that, but Spring does.  Spring is jealous.  Spring is also on a diet.  So I think you get an idea of how happy she is.  She shares her joy with everyone, thoughtful little beast that she is.

3.  The boss man came home with a bag full of hats.  That is never good.  They are supposed to be for the pound dogs, to spiff 'em up for the Petfinder.com website so that they get noticed and then adopted.  I have no problem with that.  But the bosses thought it would be funny to try them on us.  It was not funny.  You can see how thrilled we are.   We look like we belong on a street corner in Vegas, if you ask me.  So humiliating.  This Whigle ain't for sale.

But I'd be happy to sell you a hat.