Unwanted Company

Sorry again for being late with my post. I haven't been getting much sleep as of late. The kids grandparents came in unexpectedly a few days ago and they've been crashing in his room while he's exiled to the couch. So I've been having to be super careful with my movements with two extra people in the house. Also, its no picnic living downstairs from old people. What's wrong with the elderly you ask? Well for one thing, they smell. No not like a dirty, unwashed smell. They have a tricky odor, you'd almost think they smell good but if you concentrate you can pick it up. They always have candy on them so you smell the sugary sweetness of whatever it is they've got in their pockets. You can smell the medicated creams they rub on themselves, the cinnamon for the heated kind or the mint for the cool kind. All of this is just camouflage, its all for covering the smell of death on them. The older you get the worse it is, you people can't help it, it's just there on you. From the second you shoot out of the womb its on you. The simple truth is from the second you're born you are in fact dying and the older you get, the deader you get. Anyway, I get to smell that all night as they root around in the kids bed. I snuck out last night and sprayed them with Fabreeze, it didn't work. Also, old people are noisy. They stomp around all day dropping their feet like they weigh a ton because they don't have the strength in their weak little legs to walk softly anymore. They shout everything at you because they can't hear anymore and they thing that if they can't hear their words they must not be saying anything. They're no less quiet when they're sleeping either, they make all manners of disgusting sounds, seriously its like a bean fueled symphony from the time they go to sleep to the time they wake up...GROSS!! Oh and lastly, I caught sight of a little blue pill that Grandpa dropped on the floor before he scooped it up and took it. I'm to polite to talk about what went on above my head that night but lets just say, COME ON!! THAT'S YOUR GRANDSON'S BED!! HAVE YOU NO SENSE OF DECENCY?  Well from what I hear, they've decided to extend their visit for another two weeks. (lucky me) Oh, I forgot to tell you the best part of the Grand's vacation. They felt that the kid and his mom weren't safe enough, living here all alone. They figured that they needed some protection, of course they don't know that they have all the protection they need living right under where they're sleeping. Anyway, they bought the kid a puppy, a really large puppy. This thing is huge, furry and ugly. It slobbers everywhere, its super loud when it barks and it usually barks at the kids bed(gee, wonder why?) At first I though it was one of my kind in disguise, nope, its just a really jacked up mutt. I know how this is gonna work out, Mom's gonna be to busy for it, the kid will take care of it for all of 3 seconds and then I'm gonna be the one who has to take it out in the middle of the night, house train it, and teach it to be quiet! Day one they let him out in the yard while they ate dinner. I peeked out the window at it, it had Davey cornered and was trying to chew him(good dog!) It'll be nice to have the distraction around, I found another drawing of a monster on the kids floor. He knows something is under here and hopefully the dog will make him forget. I don't know what I'd do if he finds out. I'll have to bring in up at the next meeting, well gotta go, the dog just squeezed himself in here and knocked over my speaker. Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun.