Call In The Expert

Greetings to all!  It's me, Maggie!  We had some excitement around here the other day.  The phone rang, Mom and Dad (especially Mom) got all excited, and then the doorbell rang a bit later.  Hmm.  For some reason, Cam and I were put in lock up at first.  You know - behind a closed door, all alone, nothing to do ... except for hang out with Dad on the comfy bed.  Watching TV.  Playing with toys. Looking out the window.  But other than that, super boring!  I filed a grievance and Mom and Dad caved!  Awesome.  I can be mighty persuasive.  And loud.  Really loud.

I hung out with Mom and surveyed the scene.

"Hey!  A giant box!  Is it for me?!?"
"We'll see, Mags!"

There was a big truck and a couple huge boxes in our garage!  It was so cool!  Sadly, before I could go jump in them, they were thrown back into said truck.  I know -- terribly unfair!

And what's with the leash!?!  I was in the HOUSE, why did I have to be on lead, right!?!?  Mom's got this thing about open doors and delivery men.  She said it's because she loves us and trusts us completely.  Trusts us to act like Siberian Huskies and bolt out of the open door.  She may have a point there.  Anyway ...

These two very nice men (and I'm not just saying that because they gave me some lovin') took our stove and dishwasher away and brought new ones in!  Wasn't that nice of them!?

"Hey, do you two need any help?"

Please don't mind the mess on the counter - they had to clear out the under the sink cabinet to access the plumbing stuff for the dishwasher.

Before too long, the kitchen looked like this:

Behold the new Kitchen Aid appliances!

Mom was all kinds of excited!  Of course, with any new appliances, there are huge manuals and a lot to learn.  This is when Mom called in the expert.

"Almost done reading, Mom.  Hang on."

"OK, I've got this.  I think we should test the oven out with some Pumpkin Oat Cookies."

Seriously - since I'm the one who figured out how to use everything, don't you think the first thing Mom bakes should be cookies for me and Cam?!!?  It might help me get over not being able to play in the boxes.  (I can't believe those guys took them -- and Mom let them!!!)

Yours sincerely,

Margaret Thatcher