August 17th 2005 11:02 am
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Mom likes to say having me is sometimes comparable to having a bad child. I think she might be referring to those rare occasions when she perceives me as being a bit defiant.
For instance... Today when we were leaving for our morning hike, mom got a little distracted while we were going out the gate. So, I took this opportunity to help myself to my neighbor's yard. I ran into their yard. Chased off every variety of bird around. Ran off every visible bunny & jack rabbit. Then disappeared into one of their many wood piles. Wood piles have the best smells. I love wood piles. I'm also not very big. So I'm often hard to spot. And I am quite swift. So often hard to track. It's my theory that this was all part of mom's trouble this morning.
In order to fully comprehend my willfullness, stubbernness and focus on my in the moment excitement (more of my fine terrier traits), one must understand my situation. Unlike my yard, my neighbor's yard is not fenced in. Therefore instead of the occasional bunny, rat, etc. breaking in. My neighbor's yard is a virtual fuzzy smorgasbord. I spend many an hour after hour and day after day staring into this buffet of moving creatures. Torture really. Inhumane on my parent's part if you ask me. Why I don't have unlimited access to my neighbor's yard I'll never know.
Apparently while I was busy in the wood piles, mom was whistling for me. According to her for quite some time and without any response from me. Eventually when I did poke my head out (needed some air) there she was standing over me, with this surprisingly angry look on her face. I knew it couldn't have been me. She's never angry with me.
Um... Think that's what she meant by a bad child? Naahh...
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