I ask you to believe that I have done all I could to turn the other cheek/take the high road…I even tried multiple times with that blasted little spy bot. I even literally showed him my other cheek:
- During the day:
2. At night:
See how good I was being? Chilling with my big brother Sammy? See how I was avoiding eye contact with the thing hoping the ol’ cold shoulder would be enough of a hint.
When that didn’t work I tried making sure he knew I was watching…”I have my eye (or nose) on you” my look (sniff) was supposed to tell him.
But there I’d be minding my own business when I’d hear him click into life and start invading my privacy.
Enough was enough. All my peace, love and understanding wasn’t working.
Time to take action!
Well. Well. Well. Not so tough now are you?
I realized pretty quickly that simply unplugging him would stop him temporarily but knowing my parents they’d plug him right back in and give him a pat on the head.
NOT GOING TO HAPPEN NOW PEOPLE!
Boy was I feeling good finally taking matters into my own paws. There must be something else out there that needs to be taught a lesson. “Come on girl” I said to myself. “Think!”
And just like that (insert fingers snapping sound) I had it and I thought I knew a plan to make it happen.
See I heard that my Mother was going to have to get up early this morning to take a flight out to Boston, leaving an hour earlier than we usually get up. What?!? Since it was so early and I thought she’d be tired I could get into the shower while she was drying off. Wait. That was step two of my plan.
Step one was to ensure she was tired. This was pretty simple. I’d keep waking them up. Maybe have an accident at the top of the stairs. But my scribe ruined that by cleaning up while Mom slept. Well there is more than one way to have an accident and sure enough that smell got her up! Hehehe.
Anyhow, back to step two. While her back was turned (or, well, maybe after she left and forgot to shut the shower door…while my Dad still slept) I covertly entered the shower, extracted the offending party, and hid it under my paw where no one could see. This little devil didn’t move much but had some fangs on her. I deftly maneuvered around her ineffectual attempts at slicing me and in no time had her dismantled and inoperable. Can’t hurt me!
You are probably asking yourself what this pink razor ever did to me, right? Well, it so happens I heard it could bite my Mom while she was in the shower. A bite so vicious it drew blood. Anyone who does that to one of my pack-mates better be on the alert.
Ms. Razor was not…and well…revenge is sweet!
Now why my Dad hasn’t been wearing his Apple Watch this week? I have no idea. I also have no idea why, when Mom used “find my apple device” the watch was in the middle of the yard. I also have no idea why, when all of that happened, the watch was detached from it’s battery.
So, taking the high road occasionally has also led to me using my favorite phrase “I plead the fifth.” 🙂