October 13th 2012 10:18 am
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Mom and Dad went out this morning to look at tile for the foyer. This is what happens every morning: After spending the night sleeping between Mom's legs, or trying to gain that coveted space of snuggled between Mom and Dad, I wake up each morning thrilled to see Mom and/or Dad, and am thoroughly excited to see them, despite having spent all night actually touching one or the both of them. I then proceed to prance down the stairs, gleefully happy that I get to go outside, and happy to be with Mom and Dad. I then get to the bottom of the steps where I slip and slide, and crash into the rug in front of the front door. Some mornings, despite the rug crash-pad, I still manage to propel myself full-throttle into the front door.
As Mom was looking at new tile for the foyer, she noted that much of the tile is very "shiny and slippery." She thought of me, prancing down the stairs, and then hitting that shiny, slippery tile, and my little Sophie white-tipped feet sliding out from under me.
My Life hinges upon whether Mom decides to pick a shiny, slipper floor tile, or is willing to go with a "rougher" tile. Otherwise I am certain that I will inevitably succumb to the repeated head injuries that I experience when I skitter across the floor and thump against the front door.
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How 'bout concrete? No slip and slide there unless it's wet.
Just an idea.
From Zoe (dabbling in interior design)
Or how 'bout a big pile ob dirt?? Dat r nod swipperwy, unwess it r mud. BOL!
Poor Oldest Wad :(
Him can nod eben ged a werd in edgewise 'wound here :D
Here'z hopin' she goez wit da one dat will meenimize your head knockz...
Dat skittering stuff are so embarrassing when it happens!
I like the idea of a large pile of dirt. The floor is constantly a mess anyway, so why not just embrace it? Then Pennie and I can stop having to hide in terror when Mom starts in on her rants at the Lads and Wee Lass about leaving all their crap laying about. A pile of dirt would just embrace the house for all that it really is, thus allowing Mom to move on to more important things, like cooking more Meat.