I want to tell you about my recent escape but needed to have time at my jailer’s laptop. It’s great that these new models have bark-to-text features. Otherwise, I’m all paws.
We went to visit our treat-giving neighbors, Lyle & Carol, last Sunday – if I remember the day. You know, Molly-dog, days don’t mean much to me. I get up with the sun, wait by my bowl for breakfast and a walk, then play with my gingerbread man toy, take a nap, sit at the front window, ask for some treats, take another walk… Well, you get the idea.
So, while visiting Lyle & Carol out by their pool I hinted that I’d like to poke around the back yard. (To hint means just stand and stare at whatever you want.) Oh, Molly, almost forgot. These neighbors have a bag of treats in the laundry room. Just look in that general direction if you stop by. They’ll get the hint.
My captors were chatting away while I sniffed around the yard. You’re right, Molly, that’s mean of me. I should use more positive words for my two “owners.” (Owners, ha! I hear them grumble about the vet bills. Heck, I don’t have a bank account.)
The lady, Carol, who is very nice to me, loves my name, thinks I’m cute, noticed that I had disappeared through a hole in their fence. Yup – and right into the next yard. Yippee!
Now this other yard had two large, peppery-black dogs. I’ve exchanged barks with them before. One was a standard poodle, the other, um… I don’t know or care. But they were cool & let me sniff & pee all over the place. (I could hear my distressed keepers calling out to me – in their sweet, fake voices – but ignored them.) I think I marked that yard pretty good, too.
It was a very nice visit until my owner-guy, Kevin, appeared with – horrors – a pink leash loaned to him by lady with the two behemoth dogs. It was Martha Stewart pink – yuck! Oh, you’d probably love it, Molly, but I thought it was… nasty.
I had to ‘sit’ and listen while these two chatted away. I was about to be lead out the front door when – yikes – something streaked through the living room. What was that!! – a small dog?? No, not a dog. Kinda like a fluffy rat… The lady said it was her “CAT” –
I plan to get back into that yard, make my way into the house, and find that… rodent! I am very good at barking anyone or anything into submission.
Uh oh, Molly, a certain someone wants her laptop back. GRRRR… oh, a treat!
See ya kiddo!
Happy, aka The Hapster