The other day when I was
sleeping, I had a dream about my big break out, my big escape from the pen, my
launch to freedom and then I woke up. There was a key on the floor right next
to my pen. Could it be the key to my freedom? If I could just reach it, I bet I
could use it to escape from my confinement with the girls or should I say my
torment from the girls? I get stepped on and pushed and shoved with their tiny
little feet and tiny little claws that dig right in since I don’t have much fur
you know. I have to share water with them and my blanket. I think that they
should have their own pen and I could be in solitary confinement. I would be ok
with that but I try to think of what I would do if I could reach the key and
escape…… Hmmmmmm
I could run around like a
crazy dog, annoying the big dogs by sniffing their under parts. I could run
through the big yard like a crazed Chihuahua
looking for stuff to chase. I could jump on all of the furniture until I found
the place that I like the best and then pee on it. This all sounds pretty fun,
but if I contemplate this further I realize that I would probably get eaten by
one of the big dogs if I annoy them too much. I would probably be smaller than
anything I might find to chase and I might break a leg or something if I jump
on the furniture. I guess my little pen is the safest place for me to be and my
pen mates aren’t that bad right? Maybe I could give one of them the key and say
“here you go… have a good time!”
CHUCK
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