Change is Never Good

They never consult me about this stuff. They just make their decisions and the next thing I know, my whole world has changed.

The backyard is mine. They didn't even ask! Dad just took the steps off the deck and invited strangers to bring in all this equipment and dirt and bricks and rocks and...and...CHANGE everything! How am I supposed to use my potty area? From the front door? That's just weird.

Then Mom says she's taking pictures of "the progress" of the "project." Yeah, right. She's just taking pictures of me imprisoned on the deck. I can't help it if that's My Door and they took away My Stairs to My Backyard. Silly parents. Just because I have no thumbs I have no say? Not fair.

Then, as if it wasn't bad enough, Dad says he'll fix it so I can lay out in the yard...and he puts out the CAMPING stake and cable in the FRONT YARD! I'm so depressed...and insulted. He was washing the car and wouldn't let me play in the hose - "too cold out" he says. I can't get off the deck - "no stairs" he says. Like he can't put those back on! I saw them on my way to the potty area. They're leaning up against the back of the house. Those guys didn't even come back today! "Saturday" he says. Whatever.

I fooled him. He wanted to check on the camper. Apparently, mice like to camp, too. So I agreed to go help him - but when he let me off my cable, BAM! I plunked myself down on the only scrap of yard those guys left me anywhere near my usual hill. This is where the sidewalk used to be. Well, it's next to it. I never really laid on the sidewalk much.

I found my hill, in spite of the fact they parked their equipment on it. *sigh* It's just not quite the same.