Don’t Jump!
got in trouble again..
so yesterday im on patrol around the perimeter of the backyard looking for signs of squirrel incursions when an unusual noise made me look up and whaddya know. there he was, the human, all the way up on the roof of the house, smiling and waving at me.
‘whacha doing up there’ I thought, about a hundred things going through my mind as I danced around trying to get a better view.
was he trying to fly?
did he lock himself out of the house?
was he going to jump because of the stockmarket crash?
was he gonna do his Snoopy imitation for me?
are my snaks up there?
he went from one side to the other a few times then came down the portable roof stairs, picked up some stuff and went back up. after watching him do this a few times I couldnt take the suspense any more and I started yelling:
whats going on? (bark) (bark) (bark)
why are you doing that? (bark) (bark) (bark) (bark) (bark)
come down from there! (bark) (bark) (bark) (bark)
he just kept looking down at me and smiling. curious to see what it was like being up so high, I went over to the portable roof stairs (it’s called a ladder- Ed.) and reached up with my paw and tried to grab hold of it. well it wasnt as sturdy as it looked and it toppled over and came crashing down with a huge clatter! the noise and sudden movement scared me so I ran to the back of the yard and sat behind a bush.
he yelled at me and I yelled back. how was I supposed to know it wasnt strong enough to support my muscular frame? he yelled at me some more and I yelled back again then he yelled and I yelled then we yelled together and eventually the human that lives next door came out to see what all the yelling was about. well they spoke and the neighbor human came over and put the portable roof stairs back in place.
guess what happened next? yep, in fact I got both the ‘stay away from my things ‘ lecture and an escort into the basement. you know, im just trying to live an interesting life and experience new things, its not my fault if stuff keeps happening …
on another note, did anyone else notice it didnt get dark last night?
(bark) (bark) (bark) (bark)… It just doesn’t sound the same when I try. My kids are looking at me funny now. Nooter, you rock. Sorry about the basement, bud.
i am not allowed on ladders either Nooter, every since the time i was helping my dad build his shed and i fell off the ladder. he knows i am idiot girl in action…so i dont know why he asked me to help anyway. I got the “Are you alright?” “How in the hell did you do that” lecture. I had to go back in the house too. I am glad you did not get hurt.
hello nooter its dennis the vizsla dog hay my brother tucker wood like to no if yoo wood be abel to git hold of the roof stares agin evidently he thinks it may be valyooabul for getting onto the kownter or on top of the fridg wen mama and dada hide fud up their ok bye
Awww poor Nooter! :o(
Whenever you want to come over and stay with my dogs, you are more than welcome!
Also, can you send me your email address? I have your victim for the Secret Santa but I do not have your email address.
beesmusings@gmail.com
Aw, poor Nooter. He tries so hard to be good…
I’ll let you come over and savage my cats if you like!
stoppin by to see if you are my SSCSI partner…