Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Well, last week my grandma left me with grandpa while she went out with her friend Linda for lunch. All well and good. I like old grandpa and he likes me. He usually takes me for a walk or two and I lay around with him during the day. We are both couch potatoes.
This particular day was no different. He went upstairs and he went downstairs. When he goes up I either go under his bed - or on his bed if he naps.
Now when he goes down to the basement - I usually don't go down. I'll admit it. This day I did.
WHAT DO YOU THINK HAPPENS???? He goes up and he forgets me in the basement!!!!!!!
Can you believe it?
He looks for me and calls my name for an hour and I was right there. He comes downstairs with a big light and it scared me so I didn't answer when he called because I was afraid. I am a little skiddish.
He goes back upstairs and calls my mom home from school. From teaching. He tells her I've run away outside. And he knows one thing - I am NOT in the house!!!!!!!!!
I'm right here gramps!!!!!!! You're wrong.
So mom calls my grandma hysterically crying saying I'm missing and something has happened to me. Grandma tells Linda and decided to head home to help look.
Mom got home first. Gramps was out looking the neighborhood and telling everyone I was missing. She calls for me and I am crying - she thought I was dying somewhere. She opens the basement door and there I am right on the top step wondering why I have been locked down here for two hours.
I was scared and shaking and when gramps saw me he didn't know to be mad or glad.
In comes grandma and the saga is over.........
Now all I can say is this - I am one big pup to be missed in the basement - know what I mean and who I'm blaming here? That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
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