June 2nd 2012 3:16 pm
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Mom and Dad have been working a lot on the outside of my Suburban Realm of 0.46 acres. Although I would rather that Mom or Dad spend their time sitting on the couch, holding me in their laps, I do realize that some upgrades are necessary. In particular the shades on the screened in back porch needed fixing, as I like to lay upon the chaise lounge and look out about the back yard, but without proper shading I get too hot.
Today Mom was using the electric hedge trimmers to whack away at the front hedges. Mom does not normally use "Power Tools," unless one counts an electric mixer, and oven, or the vacuum as power tools. However, long ago it was determined that Dad does not know how to trim hedges, so Mom wields the hedge trimmers.
I thought Pennie was going to pace herself into a nervous fit.
Pennie has lived her since August of 2007, so she has no doubt witnessed Mom wielding Power Tools before. What was different about today? Was Pennie picking up on some strange emotional vibration or hormonal scent that Mom was giving off? Pennie was very agitated about Mom using those hedge trimmers. Pennie insisted on supervising, and on several occasions, when the trimmers were "off" and Mom was surveying the strewn trimmings, Pennie insisted that Mom give Pennie a reassuring kiss.
I decided that if Pennie was nervous about Mom using power tools, then my best line of defense was to stay inside the house, where it would be difficult for Mom to suddenly decide to trim Me, without going through brick first.
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ACK!! Gud gwief, Sophie! Yu r wise beyond yur yeers, sweet gurl. I hope dere r no chain saw in yur tool shed :D
Maybe yur mom wasn't wearing proper safety stuff. Ear plugs? Eye protection?
Were the hedge trimmers electric? Mommy caused a pawsome, quick fire once upon a time using trimmers.
Don't cut into the electric cord. :-/