I am so mad at Frankie.
I had to go out of town for the weekend.
Mom just took off for a vacation!
We've had so much rain in the last week that the grass in Frankie's yard was getting out of hand. Before I left for Wisconsin, I asked Frankie for a very simple favor: mow your yard.
Mom asked me to mow the yard.
He had four whole days and besides, it's not like Frankie has anything else to do. His day consist of sleeping in until 10:00 a.m., walking around the yard, grazing, sleeping in the shade, grazing and turning in for his beauty sleep at 4:00 p.m.
It's not like I don't have other things to do. I am a very busy sulcata.
Frankie endured four weeks of no rain, above average temperatures and dry grass. He hid under the bushes to escape the heat and only came out late in the evening. But the rain finely returned and the grass in his yard grew taller and taller.
There was a lot of grass in the yard.
Sure, there was a lot of grass but I really didn't think Frankie would need any help. How difficult could it be?
I could have used some help.
Frankie should be than happy to spend a few extra hours each day mowing down fresh green grass. The weekend weather was perfect: warm, cloudy, moist!
There is only so much I can do.
After eating dry grass for weeks, I thought he would be starved! There was plenty to eat in the yard.
I was stuffed.
When I got back, the yard was not mowed.
I was so glad when mom got home.
Was it asking too much to expect him to keep up the yard?
I sure missed her.
So I had to go out and mow the yard myself.
She even came outside and helped me finish mowing the yard.
I've learned my lesson. I'm not going to ask Frankie to do any more chores.
I can't wait to see what she asks me to do next time she goes on vacation.