Escape artist

At 6:18am this morning i stumbled into Miss M’s room and woke her up to say “Hey! It’s 6:18…wanna hear about my morning so far?”

I got woken up just before 6 by two little puppies whining in my ear, so i got up and took them both outside…in my pj’s (no shoes..) and while i was sitting out there The Giz decided that he was going to try and sneak around the side of Miss M’s car. I looked at him and gave him a stern warning…so what did he do? He basically stuck his tongue out at me and kept walking…then running…down the street.

*&%%$#@!!

I threw the gate open and started running after him. Little snot…every time i got close to him he would turn around and look at me and start running faster away from me. Fun game! Not. We ran all the way up to the top of the hill (opposite way that he ran away from you Poppy Jack) and down the other side, heading for the main road. Lord…i wasn’t sure that i was actually going to be able to catch him. Being 6am on a Sunday there wasn’t a single soul outside that i could get to help me. When he was far enough ahead of me he would stop and let me get fairly close and then go running off again – *&^#!!! After running for about 5 minutes i finally managed to get close enough to him to try and offer him a treat at which point he stopped and let me grab him.

I’m sure that all the cars driving by on my long walk back home were amused at the sight of the shoe-less girl in her pj’s carrying a very naughty puppy home.

I think i’m awake now. And he is in solitary..

  • Dad

    “And he is in solitary.”

    Where he belongs – leave him there and call him Schapelle !

Post Navigation

%d bloggers like this: