Rock Camp started at Music Authority this week. Mom’s a camp counselor, so we have to get there early. Really early. No, I mean really, REALLY early. Like seven in the morning early. I should still be sleeping on the living room chair that early, not listening to kids make lots of noise banging on drums and playing guitar.
Seriously, what human thought it would be a good idea to get kids up early in the summer and send them off to a camp that starts early? Whoever that was obviously didn’t have a dog. Because a dog would have stopped that craziness. It’s summertime, sleep in. Don’t do too much work, it’s hot outside. Just relax.
But when was the last time I saw a human relax? I don’t know.
The humans I’m around keep using this word practice. I think practice means “don’t sleep.”
On the first day of camp Mom brought us donuts. Techincally, she brought the camp counselors donuts. One might have accidentally made it under her desk…well, she doesn’t need to know about that. But if she brought donuts every day it might be better.
I think I’m going to sneak into Dad’s new office tomorrow and sleep on his sofa. He probably has donuts hidden in his desk, too.