DOGGIE HIJINKS IN FREDERICKSBURG!
Last night I was in the basement taking laundry out of the dryer and heard a godawful racket from upstairs. The next thing I heard was Linda laughing hysterically. Now you have to understand that Linda's two dogs like to troll in Gigi/Tim's litter box for whatever! So Harley was rooting around in the litter box and her HEAD got stuck in the opening. The next thing Linda saw was poor Harley running around the bathroom, flinging the scooper and the brush used to clean the floor against the walls, the vanity and anything else available to be assaulted by Harley's frantic attempts to get her head OUT of the litter box opening, then she ran down the hall, shaking her head from side to side, wearing ONLY the lid of the litter box and attempting to escape its grip! Eventually the lid of the litter box went flying free!
Meanwhile, Zeus had sensibly decided to absent himself altogether from the proceedings so this explains why I heard him hightailing it out through the doggie door for the safety of the back yard! The next thing I see, while still hearing Linda's over-the-top hilarity, is poor Harley (no longer sporting her new litter box chapeau) running downstairs and to me for comfort! I'm starting up the stairs and Linda appears to regale me with the whole story (laughing so hard that tears are running down her face), and now I'm laughing hysterically - and Harley (no doubt disgusted with our merriment) follows Zeus out the doggie door! Neither of them ever returned inside to eat their substantially ignored dinner!
I walked into my room and cowering in the corner of the room I spotted my 28-pound behemoth Sam who runs up to me chattering, as if to tell me "It wasn't my FAULT, Mom, honest!" I snuggled him and cuddled him and assured him that this time it was the D-O-G's fault! He looked quite smug about that! Sam really needs to have his own home - and soon!
Never a dull moment when you live with 3 cats and 2 dogs - all of whom consider the two female humans in the house to be either their concierge (the 3 cats) or their mommy (the 2 dogs).
Meanwhile, Zeus had sensibly decided to absent himself altogether from the proceedings so this explains why I heard him hightailing it out through the doggie door for the safety of the back yard! The next thing I see, while still hearing Linda's over-the-top hilarity, is poor Harley (no longer sporting her new litter box chapeau) running downstairs and to me for comfort! I'm starting up the stairs and Linda appears to regale me with the whole story (laughing so hard that tears are running down her face), and now I'm laughing hysterically - and Harley (no doubt disgusted with our merriment) follows Zeus out the doggie door! Neither of them ever returned inside to eat their substantially ignored dinner!
I walked into my room and cowering in the corner of the room I spotted my 28-pound behemoth Sam who runs up to me chattering, as if to tell me "It wasn't my FAULT, Mom, honest!" I snuggled him and cuddled him and assured him that this time it was the D-O-G's fault! He looked quite smug about that! Sam really needs to have his own home - and soon!
Never a dull moment when you live with 3 cats and 2 dogs - all of whom consider the two female humans in the house to be either their concierge (the 3 cats) or their mommy (the 2 dogs).
2 comments:
You have been tagged for the terrible ME meme. I, for one, would like to read about you by you.
Gayle, I've not been here for a while, but it is so delightful that you are blogging again. You've been missed. Now, about that doggie headgear... MY cat thinks it's disgusting what a dog does with Kitty leftovers... just disgusting. ;-)
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