Monday, September 20, 2010
My Life as a Dog....and an empty house~
‘Hurricane, Stop!’ they utter to me, but I make-believe I don’t hear a thing they are saying and carry on giving those licky-lickies I’m most famous for.
What's more, when we are all together in our humble abode a scratch behind the ear or a stroke on the head is never far from my reach. All I have to do is lie in the middle of the floor with my nose down, take a deep breath and let out this long S-I-G-H! Whoever is closest will look at me and when I have their full attention, I raise my eyebrows just a touch that gives me those sad puppy dog eyes and know by now, I got them right in the heart. So they park themselves close beside me on the floor and that is my invitation to roll over on my back to get my belly stroked or my ears rubbed; ahhhh, now THAT is heaven! Oh, yeah Little Daddy, keep on caressing those ears… that is the best!
Life was going along just dandy until Monday morning. What? Why is everyone getting into the shower and putting their ironed clothes on? When they dress in their ironed clothes that can only mean one thing; they are OH-NO…leaving?! I despise when they leave given that I don’t like being alone. An empty house has got to be as bad as well, having one’s personals removed, if you know what I mean! But sadly, they all get their things and Little D gets a bone out of the pantry. Hah, no fair; feeding me to take my mind off things. But the noises panic me and I search the house; however, my family is nowhere in sight. I get so frightened when the sounds outside come to visit.
“Tchrring” what in the world was that shrill sound? I crouch down on my belly and take notice of the “tchrring” again out the back window. Oh my, I sure wish Big Daddy was here to protect me….Lay low I tell myself so no one will see me. All of a sudden, I spot Mr. Squirrel sitting on the deck railing scratching the house as he gazes deep into my eyes…because he knows….he KNOWS I am scared! ARRGHH, where is my family? Okay, time to go under Big D and Nee Nee’s bed to hide from the commotion.
Once the noises stop I creep out keeping tuned into my surroundings. After the coast is clear, I charge downstairs and go into my living room to sneak upon that soft sofa, but don’t tell anyone because I’m not supposed to be on the couch. After what seems like forever, I hear the garage door release. UH-OH, busted…I hop down and rejoice by wagging my tail and dancing when Little D comes bee-bopping around the corner. He greets me in such a joyful voice that all the chilling noises disappear.
Whew, Little D, so delighted you’re home, let’s go outside and potty! I love this life….