Let me tell you something. Last night was quite a night around our house! No holiday. No visitors. No fireworks – at least literally. Just a good old time.
Strangest thing was everything started normally. Mom was working on making diner while Dad fed us and then kept me from eating Sammy’s dinner – even though I get a lot more water added to my kibble I seem to finish well before him which makes me think he must have gotten more food which therefore means I should help him clean up his bowl. We may need to dig up a contraption they used on Mo-Tor when she was like this. ANYWHO… I am not allowed to clean Sammy’s bowl as that guy keeps getting in my way. Case in point, tonight I finally was able to out trick him and get to Sammy’s bowl but the blasted thing was empty! Anyhow (I learned from Mo-Tor writing that getting distracted is a key element in telling a good story – especially if food is involved), things got a bit weird when Mom put a glass of red wine in front of Dad. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him drink red wine before. I figured it may have to do with the impending change of seasons but pretty much just ignored the whole thing and settled down to wait for any orts that might come my way…boy was I setting the bar low! Sammy taught me how to do this but he had already taken up his station to my Dad’s right.
This is when things got interesting. Mom brought out the food and returned to the kitchen to get things out of our reach – an optional toping or other for the chicken that she was not sure he would like. Rather than just adding this to his chicken like Mom suggested, he opted for knocking the red wine glass over onto the table thus breaking the glass and spilling not only wine onto Sammy but also shards of glass. This started a flurry of activity which included:
- Dad cursing and checking on Sammy to make sure the glass shards didn’t hurt him.
- Sammy charging out of the dining room and into the living room where he promptly shook off the majority of the wine on his back across the TV, chair and walls… and kept going and shaking! Boy was that a sight to see!
- Dad picking up shards of glass while Mom worked to get Sammy cleaned up and ensure no glass was in his paws and tried to prevent peramanet staining of fur (the pet sitters did NOT like the Dr. Pepper stains Sammy had on his face when young) – this was interestingly hard as I LOVE TO ATTACK TOWELS
- While Dad frantically tried to pick up the glass,which is amazingly hard as I LOVE TO HELP
- and Mom soaked the place mats, which was easy, as she locked me out of the bathroom,
- and they both tried to mop up the wine and wipe down all the walls and baseboards. Which got a lot easier due to…
Interestingly, during this time, although the plates were pushed toward the center of the table during the first phase of the cleaning up, the table was left unattended. Somehow, the chicken on my mom’s plate ended up on the floor. And then into my tummy. Boy was that good! Too bad Sammy was too busy getting mopped up :).
Like I said, Oh What a Night!
Sammy here with a little perspective on this story. Yeah she got the chicken but she didn’t tell you about the 2 AM rude awakening that my parents had when she had a little digestive issue. Luckily, Mom heard her distress and helped her get outside in time! Secondly, as you might have noticed there was a lack of photographs of this occasion which indicates the extreme distress that my parents were immersed in and therefore, a not cool move on my sister’s part stealing the chicken and all. I would never do something so rude!
Tempi here: I feel I am entitled to a rubutal. I would never get up on the table and steal anything – I am way too much a princess. Just look at me this weekend on my pillows (which by the way is on the ground)!
Sammy here again: Enough said?
TEMPI: Hey, I just learned from the best!