The one highlight to the morning was when the AC repair man showed up. The kelb, still delirious from our energetic morning, attempted to run off with his cloth and tools. The poor man was clearly traumatised being faced with such a hideous slathering gargoyle and the kelb received a scruffing for his impudence. The female infidel blamed me for inciting a riot! I am scandalised, this further added to the time I had to spend in confinement.
I was finally released, but having endured the tedium of what seemed like an eternity in solitary I still felt psyched. When the infidels sat down to gorge themselves as is there wont, I thought it a good time to alert them to the fact there were interlopers in the street. This seemed to tip the female infidel over the edge and she returned me to the confines of my crate stating that she would like to eat one meal this week in peace and quiet. It was most amusing when she returned to the kitchen and slipped in some of the kelb's drool and almost split in half. I burst out laughing when she shot across the kitchen, landing hard on her back, winding herself and developing the onset of tourettes. The kelb beat a hasty retreat.
My goodness, Allah is swift and sure these days!