Oh boy I am in TROUBLE this time. BIG trouble.
My human has, what she is fairly certain is, a broken toe. And it’s kinda my fault. Well. It IS my fault…
She was sound asleep and at 3AM Friday she
heard me growling at Paxton. I do that
if he gets close to my sleeping space.
And I had jumped up and I was staring at him. Poor Paxton doesn’t even LOOK at me. And I’m not even SURE why I do it. It doesn’t happen a lot – but when it does,
my human is QUICK to stop me. So she woke
up and JUMPED out of bed and moved quickly to grab me and in the process,
JAMMED her foot into the leg of the bed.
She hit it square on and she KNEW she did something to her middle
toe. She heard a crack. I was quickly
banished from the bedroom.
I was pretty sheepish – yes ME sheepish-
when she opened the bedroom door at our usual time to get up. My human hobbled around, but she wouldn’t
even LOOK at me. We didn’t get to go for
very long walks – I’m thinking her toe was pretty sore. She has broken enough toes to know it is probably
broken. Did I mention she IS a bit of a
klutz?
Anyway, I have been on my BEST behavior. I have put my best “I’m sorry” look on. At breakfast I sat staring at her with my
adorable head tilt. It worked, because
before breakfast was over, she was already petting me. By the time she got home from work, she seemed
to forget about my indiscretion.
Today it looks like we WILL try the sheep
thing. It’s my chance to redeem
myself. The pressure is on. Paws crossed the rain holds off, and my inner
herding instinct comes out.
© Linda
Wozniak
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