I am getting grief from the animals lately. Yesterday I took our dog for a ride to where we were working. She's a good dog, been with us for 11 years, and usually doesn't wander. I was up near the house talking to people and my son was running around with the dog. Suddenly he comes to me and says "Dale went down the hill" and points to the woods across the road from the house.
I went over there and called her. I didn't hear anything, not her chain or anything running through the brush. I called her a few more minutes and decided to take my van down the hill to where the woods cleared for the power lines, figuring she had just followed something through the woods and come out there.
I get all the way down there and I'm calling her. No dog. My son is starting to get upset and I am starting to get a bit worried because she usually doesn't disappear. She usually finds her way back, no problem. My phone rings and it's my partner, who's up at the house I was just at.
"Did you forget something???" he asks.
"No, I was down the hill looking for her!"
Sure enough, the dog had found her way back to the house, no problem. If I had just waited there a few minutes more, it would have been fine. Stupid dog.
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The night before, I woke up at 3 in the morning. I swore I heard something chewing and it sounded like it was coing from the master bathroom. I went in there and turned on the light. It stopped. I went back to bed.
I heard it again. I walked tot he bathroom but didn't turn on the light. I listened and was sure it was coming from a blower duct under my sink. Turned on the light and didn't see anything. I went back to bed.
I heard it again and I heard it again. This time I checked everything , all the drawers and cabinets. There was nothing anywhere.
I told my partner yesterday morning and he said I was "crazy" and that there was no way anything could get up in there. I know what I heard.
So last night my mother is going to put something away in the stove drawer and all of a sudden she shoots across the kitchen. There was Mickey, hopping through the muffin cups in the muffin pan. I didn't see him but she did. I opened the drawer slowly and he must have scurried off. Jack, our Schwans guy, was here and he even was looking for him.
I busted my partner first thing this morning. "So I was crazy, huh?" We pulled out the drawer a little while ago and you could see his droppings. I dropped a d-con packet behind the drawer, so hopefully he won't be around much longer.
You'd think one of the two cats in this house would do somthing about it. "Fat putty" who's around 30 pounds laid down and stared at the drawer, as if to say Come on out so I can look like I know something about mice. "Psycho-kitty" was nowehere to be found. You'd think he would at least be interested in playing swat the mouse, but noooo......
They're all out to get me.
I went over there and called her. I didn't hear anything, not her chain or anything running through the brush. I called her a few more minutes and decided to take my van down the hill to where the woods cleared for the power lines, figuring she had just followed something through the woods and come out there.
I get all the way down there and I'm calling her. No dog. My son is starting to get upset and I am starting to get a bit worried because she usually doesn't disappear. She usually finds her way back, no problem. My phone rings and it's my partner, who's up at the house I was just at.
"Did you forget something???" he asks.
"No, I was down the hill looking for her!"
Sure enough, the dog had found her way back to the house, no problem. If I had just waited there a few minutes more, it would have been fine. Stupid dog.
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The night before, I woke up at 3 in the morning. I swore I heard something chewing and it sounded like it was coing from the master bathroom. I went in there and turned on the light. It stopped. I went back to bed.
I heard it again. I walked tot he bathroom but didn't turn on the light. I listened and was sure it was coming from a blower duct under my sink. Turned on the light and didn't see anything. I went back to bed.
I heard it again and I heard it again. This time I checked everything , all the drawers and cabinets. There was nothing anywhere.
I told my partner yesterday morning and he said I was "crazy" and that there was no way anything could get up in there. I know what I heard.
So last night my mother is going to put something away in the stove drawer and all of a sudden she shoots across the kitchen. There was Mickey, hopping through the muffin cups in the muffin pan. I didn't see him but she did. I opened the drawer slowly and he must have scurried off. Jack, our Schwans guy, was here and he even was looking for him.
I busted my partner first thing this morning. "So I was crazy, huh?" We pulled out the drawer a little while ago and you could see his droppings. I dropped a d-con packet behind the drawer, so hopefully he won't be around much longer.
You'd think one of the two cats in this house would do somthing about it. "Fat putty" who's around 30 pounds laid down and stared at the drawer, as if to say Come on out so I can look like I know something about mice. "Psycho-kitty" was nowehere to be found. You'd think he would at least be interested in playing swat the mouse, but noooo......
They're all out to get me.
1 comment:
LOL! I'm sorry about the Mickey problem.. guys are like that though. I don't think they believe anything you say unless they see if for themselves.. bleh..
hope the muffins came out ok! =)
pamela
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