DOR with emphasis on the "D"

For those of you that don't know what DOR stands for it is short for the loving term that I use for my human, Dope on a Rope. Now the DOR has done a few things that call for an emphasis on the "D".
First she cut her visit short on Tuesday night, yes she gave me a bunch of peppermints, but I was still shorted my "herd time". The reason is that she had to get dressed up to go to a community dinner that her school decorated a table for. Here is a picture of the table that she and her secretary did. I think it looks pretty good, they made the center pieces and other little decorations. I guess I can forgive this bit of "D" behavior, but the next few things are a bit much in my opinion.
The DOR stayed too long at a meeting last night, which made her two hours late feeding us dinner. See the face on the left...that is my evil eye. I am pretty miffed about having to wait for my dinner. I think she forgot how much we missed each other when she went missing. I may have to turn my butt to her and not let her have any hugs for a day or two, just so she will get the point.



Here I am checking to see if she has a peppermint in her hand, she could at least try sucking up a bit. There was no peppermint, just a flashlight. Then to top things off we didn't get the good hay...we got plain old bluegrass. That is not okay, the DOR should go sit in the naughty chair. She is late, no treats, flashlight in my face, and then expects me to eat plain old grass. Again an emphasis on the "D".
I was also informed that in her attempt to protect the good hay she "cooked" some of it. The DOR carefully tarped the hay when it arrived. She forgot to leave breathing room, so some of the hay got cooked in the heat. Bad DOR, she cooked about 1 to 1 1/2 tons of my good hay. She said it is not that bad, by the time she runs out the weather will be warmer and she will just feed us...yep you guessed it GRASS HAY- again put an emphasis on the "D". The DOR has made plans to store all my good hay without cooking it for next year, but for this year I must suffer because she forgot what her dad taught her about storing hay. I hope the DOR doesn't forget anymore of the lessons her dad taught her while she was growing up, it could lead to more emphasis on the "D" events.
The DOR promised me that we would get some herd time this weekend. She plans on getting in a ride Saturday, if the weather holds. If we don't get to ride I will get a day of spoiling-as it should be.
Have a great day and don't forget to hug your DOR