Jorgie's beef

Jorgie seems all worked up about something. I'll just let her say her piece by herself:
So yeah. I have a problem. A ball has been dropped. There was a ball, and it was dropped. How hard would it have been to make a plan for the canine members of the household when the vast majority of the people just up and left for Africa? They made a plan for the kid. He gets to go play with Aunt Sharon every day. Do you know what we're doing? We're outside. Everyday. From 8 to 5, outside. And is it ever cold! We're not just lounging around in the sun sipping margaritas over here. Nope, we're huddled together trying to conserve body heat. I can't believe some family member didn't volunteer to come over and babysit us. We could go hang out with Michael. Uncle Jerry wouldn't even notice we were there. It's worth thinking about. And another thing. The food. Didn't anybody think about the fact that they were taking the 6 best dog feeders out of the house? Michael tries to make up for it, but do you know what he handed me the other day from his highchair? A gold fish. That's right. A single little, tiny, baby goldfish. And that's going to fill me up, how? Oh, don't get me wrong--mommy just came home with another bag of that dog food, but let me tell you this. Just because they write "chicken and rice" on the bag, doesn't make it a casserole. No sirree. It's not a casserole. And to counter balance the dry, tasteless dog food I have a gold fish. We need some changes here. Back in the good old days I could pick up a peanut butter and jelly sandwich right off the table. And I know my cousins would make them especially for me. Sometimes I could get a whole piece of pizza. Not anymore. Man, I miss those kids.