I had a terrible day yesterday. It's always terrible when mom has to go work at her office for the day. Normally, she works from home, which is great because at lunch I get to go outside and go wild, which as you know, is what I do best. On those days when she has to go to her "big office" it means we are all crated for the day and it is a very, very long day when you are used to a mid-day break. By the time she got home, I was, as she says, "a wild coon with it's tail on fire." It makes my OCD even worse when I have to be crated for that long. Now, I don't mind being crated at night, because I am tired by then and need my beauty sleep, but I really hate it when mom works at her big office.
That leads up to the rest of my bad night. I don't know what I was thinking really. Have you ever done something you know might go badly, but you do it anyway? That was me. I went up on the stairs and for some reason that is still unexplainable, I decided to stick my head through the banister rails. Well, my head fit, so I thought why not try and go through them and walk onto moms nice oak hall table? There are interesting things up there, like a lamp, phone and a really expensive vase by someone called Raku. I was nearly successful in knocking that to the floor before mom grabbed it, but by then, I was securely stuck.
Now don't think I can't hear the laughter, I can. I have dog ears. Let me say, I was in a panic!! I couldn't go forward and I couldn't go backwards. I was crying and screaming, I wasn't hurt, just really scared. This is where mother's can be mean. As I am in this state of panic; my mother starts to laugh. Seriously? This is not a laughing matter from my perspective. I mean, I'm stuck in between two posts and my front feet are on a table; there is no humor in that. Thankfully, she gained enough composure to lift me up a little past the narrow part of the rails and that gave me enough room for her to pull me out.
I confess, I doubt I will ever try that move again.
- Gracie
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