Let me out!!

Not a good day in Mishka-land, let me tell you.

We have three BIG men here making us a paved area in the back yard.  I daresay it will all look glorious when it's finished, and I know HIM and HER have great plans for sav.blanc sipping when it's all finished, but in the meantime, SHE won't let me out.  Except for a comfort break every couple of hours and even then she hovers over me like the arch-angel Gabriel (whoever he is) to make sure I don't do anything I shouldn't.

Bark, for example.