November 7th 2010 6:55 pm
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You aren't gonna belief this, but when Mom went out in the middle of today, she made us get into the kitchen and then she put jail bars across the doorway . . . and LEFT US STUCK IN THE KITCHEN! I could not belief it either! OMD! Prisoners in our own kitchen and all the food up way too high for us to get at! Mom was gone for a couple whole hours and we couldda starved to death!
Mom came back home and took down the prison bars so we could have the run of the house again, but I do not want to go into the kitchen again for fear that I will be locked in there! Mom was sittin' at the kitchen table tonight doin' her homework and she called to me, but I would not take one step across the line where those bars used to be. I stood on three legs - I don't know what that other leg is called, but I left that one up off the ground - and I laid my ears back flat and stared at her, but I would NOT come. She started laughin' at me!
She asked me if I was afraid of the "baby gate". I am not afraid of no baby gate. It's those jail bars I don like. Lexie said that it is technically called a baby gate, not prison bars. Well, that just adds insults to insults cuz I am NOT a baby! I'm not even a puppy boy! Don't I even get real prison bars? Just a baby gate? Grrrrrrrr.
Mom said we are gonna practice usin' the baby gate when she goes out because we need to keep out of places in the house where we don belong (huh?) and we need to not have accidents in places that are hard to clean (huh?). I guess it's better than a crate, but Lexie says even that's not so bad if you've got a soft bed and you feel safe. Lexie is amazin' in her adaptabilly, adaptablity, adaptlicity - her way of feelin' at home no matter where she has to be. Me, not so much.
Like Cold Porter used to say:
Gimme land, lots of land and the starry skies above -
Don fence me in!
Let me roam through the wide open neighborhood I love -
Don fence me in!
BOL! Oh poor Buddy...my Momma used to lock me in the kitchen with the baby gate prison bars, too. Until one day I got REAL mad about it and poohed and rolled all in it. It was a BIG MESS, and Momma said she'd rather come home to a few turds in the living room than THAT mess ever again!!
*Buddy makes mental note of good idea . . . *
I agree with Fizzy. I used to have prison bars too. I would poopy right by the prison bars and then walk in it and make poopy prints all over the room. BOL! When I am free in the house I poopy on the pee-pee pad and never walk in it. :) If you get put in a crate then you poopy and paw paint it all over the crate. You will get your freedom again if you follow my example. :)
We do seem to like to do our business on carpeting instead of on the vinyl flooring or hardwood floors. I tol Mom about those pee pads - do you use the washable kind or the disposable kind? We have some disposable ones that were made for hoomans, but they are a bit flimsy. I could shred one of those quite easily and joyfully!
Sounds like you have some good ideas for getting rid of the jail bars--it is up to you to follow them.
I smell subterfuge in the air! If followed up on, I suppose Mom will be smelling subterfuge in the air, too - BOL!!!
*Making notes* We's behind jail bars all day while Mommy's at work, too! She says she can't trust us to not chew up nuttin' we's not s'posed to chew up. I'm not namin' no names, but Someone (ah-hem %Greta% *cough, cough*) chews up everyfing!! She's a rascal and den we boff gotta gets in trubbles fur it. Least we gots some beds and blankies to lays on. Did I tell you she even eated one of Daddy's old toy train cars?! (And we's Not tellin' him!) Mommy even thought she ate some batteries once coz she found da packagin' strewn all over and only most of da batteries! (She found 'em later.) This girl is sumfin else!
Hey Buddy just do like I do jump them!!!