So, yesterday, my mom put me in the bathroom with a baby gate in the door frame so I couldn't get out. She had to shim it in place because somebody designed our house to be crooked and that makes my mom angry. That's another story and I'm a dog and don't care about that.
Little did she know, that it wasn't secure enough to keep me in. AND she shimmed it with cardboard and I LOVE cardboard. Also, I discovered that this cone I have to wear, bends a little. I put my paws on the baby gate and it fell over! WAHOO, I was free. Free reign on the house all afternoon. First, I zoomed around looking for humans, but there were none. Some call me Zooming Zig. Then I went upstairs and laid on my mom and dad's tall, soft bed. My cone got hung up on the side of it the first time I tried, but I made it up the second time. After a long comfortable nap, I decided to snoop around some more. The train set is all over the living room and I really wanted to chew on it, but darn that cone. I couldn't get anything in my mouth. I also can't scratch my itches!
Soon it was 5:00 and my dad was home. Boy, was he surprised to see me waiting by the back door for him. Well, as surprised as he gets. My mom, however, was shocked! She ran around the house looking for destroyed items, but there were none because I am a good boy. SQUIRREL!!!
what a good dog zig! your AP parents may give you some much deserved freedom... or, they will start using a crate! :) Thanks for yarfing on the wood floor at our place instead of the carpet. You rock!
ReplyDeleteI feel bad about barfing at your house, but I was feeling real bad and couldn't hold it in. Thanks for not hating me for it.
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