So there I was, minding my own business sleeping on the coffee table when that little creeper thing starts glowing.
Never mind the fact that we were not supposed to be in the living room but we have already established that those gate things are no challenge for me when I really put my mind to it. The real question should be why we were left alone until nearly 11 PM at night with no lights on…OK – not all alone for the entire time as we did get a dinner visit from our pet sitter which included some good times in the backyard. And a light was left on for us in the kitchen. You just can’t expect us to just chill in the kitchen until that late. In this instance, I got that thing down moments after she left. In fact, we were at the window to watch her drive away.
Unfortunately the remote controls for the TV were not in the normal box on the end table so we couldn’t watch any of our favorite shows or sporting events. In fact the whole box was moved…as if someone didn’t think it would be safe if it was left out on the table that night. Hmmmm.
Anyhow, as I started to tell you I was rudely awoken by the spybot…it just popped into life around 10:15.
After giving it a once over I went and got Sammy who was sleeping behind the couch.
He bravely checked it out for me:
And based on his investigation I determined it was probably safe to take a closer look myself…
I still wasn’t sure what it was up to and did not like the constant flashing it was doing…creeping on us no doubt. Bet my parents were behind this in some way!
I thought maybe if I reached out I could unplug the blasted thing:
Sammy of course was there as a backup in case the thing attacked.
Even while standing on the leather chair I couldn’t quite get my paws on it to figure out how to turn it off. Maybe if I sniffed it I could locate some mechanism…or smell whoever was controlling it from afar – which I am pretty sure is how it works.
Drats. Nothing. Maybe if I batted it?
Where are you going Sam? Wait. Was there a sound outside?
YEAHHHH! The parents are home and hopefully if I greet them at the door with big kisses they’ll put an end to that thing messing with us! But before I head to the door I give the spybot one more glance just to let him know that even if my back is turned on him he better not try anything…I am fast and my teeth and jaws are good at shredding things!
Now, lest you think we are bad dogs for being in the living room at night and sleeping on the coffee table and getting up on the leather chair I just want to point out that we were well behaved and stayed in the kitchen ALL day.
See how cute we are sleeping side by side. Of course I get the comfy bed that my FarMor in Michigan bought for Sammy since I am the real royalty in our house. He could lay on the blanket if he was uncomfortable.
Turns out the bed wasn’t all that comfy when it got around the time we normally have dinner. My belly started really rumbling and as is typically true for me when I am experiencing some visceral unrest …say hunger, upset stomach, urge to pee…something must pay the price. In this case, although I already moved the bed to another part of the kitchen it still got on my nerves in a major way.
Did I mention that I am really good at shredding things??? I’m looking at you spybot!
See. Told you we were good dogs! So good in fact that the next day we were quite wiped out from all that work being good. As you people like to say: “a tired dog is a good dog.”
PS – Sam posed for his annual picture in front of the pretty purple/pink flowers and allowed me to be in it with him this time!
Notice the pretty new fence in front of them. Purely there for decoration I can assure you 🙂