Our desire to leave the house was growing, like the grass and flowers in the yard. We decided one sunny afternoon that we just HAD to escape from the house. My maker was at work and we figured what she didn't know wouldn't hurt anything. Abbot grabbed the camera and we planned our liberation. First we had to get out the door. This is always a problem when one is only 2 feet tall. The doorknob is about 3 feet high. Even with my long arms I could not maneuver that feat. Abbot thought that if he stood on my head that together we would be tall enough. So, he climbed on a chair, onto my head, and I balanced him there as I walked to the door. Abbot grabbed the knob and twisted it to the right. The door sprung open, but we had both tumbled down onto the floor, rubbing the stuffing in our heads. It occurred to us later that we could have used the chair to get high enough to reach the door knob, but this way was more adventurous. Once out the door we had to pass the dog, who rarely barks. He didn't bark, but he kept his eyes on us, like we were squirrels in the park. Abbot and I saw some lovely flowers blooming in the yard and thought we'd like a photo by them. But since my maker wasn't there to take the photo we had to think of another way to do it, since we both wanted to be in the picture. Abbot had another brilliant idea. He called the dog over, who was still watching us like we were chickens, and asked him to help. All we needed was for the dog to stand still while we balanced the camera on his back and set the timer. It took a lot of tries to get a photo that wasn't all blurry. I mentioned to Abbot that maybe the dog could actually TAKE the picture, but Abbot said no. The dog has no pose able thumbs. I just let that one pass. We snuck behind the bleeding hearts, these lovely plants with drooping pink flowers that were heart shaped. The dog sort of snickered because he knew what would happen if we trampled those flowers. He'd been in trouble MANY times. We managed not to ruin anything, and brushed out footprints away with our hands, which made us leave hand prints once we went in the house, but......that's a story for another day.
We had to take another photo without hiding, just for fun. Then we went about our business of running, jumping, skipping, hopping until we were spent. We were quite filthy when we thought we should get back in the house and clean ourselves up before my maker returned from work. We made a bit of a mess in the bathroom, but I made sure Abbot's ears were clean and he checked mine as well. When my maker later saw the dirty towels and floor, she gave a puzzled look to no one in particular. "Hmmm," was all she said. I sure hope she's not reading this blog post right now. If she is, well, I'll take a book along with me to read when Abbot and I end up in The Bucket.
Until next time!