You know, sometimes you would think I am
the only one who gets in trouble in this house.
But not ALWAYS.
Yesterday my human was off – she has a new
schedule at work – not by her own accord – so she is now home every
Monday. She said it’s something called
university cutbacks. I have no idea what
that means. Anyway, we dogs LOVE the new
schedule. More time to play fetch. And more walks. And more treats. Because we sit and stare at her so she
eventually gets up from her work and gives us something to stop us from bugging
her. And that lasts all of 5 minutes and
we are back at our staring routine.
Yesterday she flipped some coins and went
to vote. She expected some fancy voting
booth like they have in the US. Instead,
she put an X on a piece of paper next to the name of the person she disliked
the least, and then put it in a big cardboard box. I’m not kidding. It was kind of like voting for your favorite
class leader in grade school. Same level
of technology.
Then she went grocery shopping. And when
she came home we, of course, went CRAZY – like we hadn’t seen her in days. Even though it was more like an hour. Anyway, while she was in the kitchen putting
away the groceries, she made the mistake of leaving the garage door open. The garage is where THE DOG FOOD is
stored. That’s why I stand and stare at
the garage door. The day before, she had
bought a big bag of our gourmet food – and instead of putting it up in the bin
where it is stored, she had left it on the floor. So while she was in the
kitchen and Paxton and I were inspecting everything that came out of every grocery
bag, she heard a strange noise. Like
plastic being crumbled. She realized
Frodo was not in sight – so she rushed to the garage. There was Frodo, frantically wrestling with a
40lb bag of dog food – trying with all his might to rip open the heavy bag –
which has like foil inside. My human
shouted “Hey – STOP that!” He stopped
for one second and then tried in vain to open it before she got close enough to
stop him. He didn’t win the battle. He then just shrugged his shoulders and went
to see if anything from the grocery bags was left on the counter.
So you see.
I’m not the ONLY bad dog in this house!
Next it’s Paxton’s turn.
©
Linda Wozniak
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