Monday, May 17, 2010

Call search and rescue!

Apparently Mom and Dad’s DVR is empty, so Dad’s been in the living room watching his ‘guy’ shows while Mom is watching her ‘girl’ shows. Dad calls Mom’s shows trashy, but Mom says that Dad just doesn’t appreciate the entertainment factor of reality shows.



Anywoof…. when Dad is in the living room, I’m allowed to wander around wherever I want to go as long as the upstairs bedroom doors are shut. For some reason, Mom gets upset when I play with her sock monkey slippers or any of her shoes for that matter- so they shut the door to the bedroom.



Dad forgot the ‘shut the bedroom’ rules and so I took advantage of that as soon as the coast was clear. I decided to check out the bath tub before playing with Mom’s shoes and ended up getting stuck in the tub. Mom’s bath tub has stairs that go up to the tub, but no stairs going out of the tub and I didn’t really think about that before getting in the tub.



I don’t know how long I was in the tub, but it seemed like weeks. I suppose if you factor in ‘dog years’, it probably was weeks. Finally, I heard Mom ask Dad where I was (she probably felt like playing fetch and I wasn’t there to play with her) and so I knew I was going to be rescued soon. Mom and Dad found me in Mom’s tub and they laughed at me! How RUDE!



They asked me to get out of the tub and I couldn’t no matter how hard I tried, so they laughed some more. Finally, Mom picked me up out of the tub and I ran downstairs without any bribes of chicken strips.



Here’s a tip- if you ever want me to do something, just offer me cheese or a chicken strip. I’ll be a little circus monkey for cheese or chicken strips.



I think I’ve learned my lesson about chillaxin’ in the tub and I’m so glad that Mom misses me when I’m not around to play with her.