Ginger’s Grips, Complaints, and Aggravations

Tediously waiting for Mom

Hello to all,

Once a quarter, I try to give Ginger’s perspective on her grips, complaints, and aggravations. These grievances stem from Tammy, AKA Mom, being missing for two days last weekend for the Prom Ministry for our county. She spent twenty-two hours outside our home and away from her fur baby between Friday and Saturday, giving away dresses and frills needed for a great prom experience. The following are Ginger’s thoughts of being left alone for so long.

Dad left with Mom from our home early Friday morning. He failed to bring her home upon returning. I stared at the door for two minutes before Dad, in a toxic voice, called out, “She's gone for the whole day.” I slumped back to the couch to stand guard for her return.

Dad donned his hat and coat after lunch only to return with nothing but the groceries for the day. I waited ever so patiently for Mom to come through the back door when Dad maliciously questioned, “What’s your complaint?” I might have let out a single sad whimper at seeing she was not home. He finally brought her home late at night for me to snuggle beside her.

The next day, the mean old Dad again took Mom out of the house early in the morning. I held my post watching for her to come home all day long. Dad harshly commented, “What’s your gripe?” in response to a single groan of remorse about Mom not being home. My aggravation rose when I thought of the lack of belly rubs, snacks, and loving Mom lavished on me daily while Dad grumbles through the house telling me to move my furry butt.

The very worst of the day when Dad declared, “You know if you hadn’t barked so much, maybe Mom wouldn’t have gone away.” He blamed me for her departure. I worked my whole life protecting his naive character from all the evils in the world, and his complaint is in the way I do my job. Then he had the nerve to call me entitled.

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Grace to you,

Danny Mac