Sunday, November 18, 2012
Act Scared Get a Treat by Morris
I went with her and HIM the other day and he acted like a grumpy Gus. Or he was hamming it up for HER. Of course this is a face that only a mom could love. I think puppies are cuter, but hey, who is to judge what SHE likes?
He was checking his tree stand thingy. I wasn't too impressed, I think I'd fall out of it!
Then it was the deer hunting morning. OH MY! Blam, blam, blam, bang, bang, bang. It sounded like a war zone!
It was awful! Terrible! Scarey! I was with HER while she was doing chores. Suddenly it sounded absolutely monsterous, like things exploding all over the place. So I started shaking and quaking. SHE put me in the house.
Then SHE was eating her breakfast when I came in the kitchen and acted kind of scared. I did a no-no, I jumped in her lap and laid down, just a quiverin'.
SHE put me in my crate when she went to town. When SHE came back I helped her unload the groceries from her car. I pretty much got under foot as much as possible.
Then she stopped and pulled something out of a package. SHE handed me a luscious, beautiful chew bone.
And suddenly all my fears of the bangs and the booms were gone. I'm pretty sure I mostly croaked and went to doggie heaven.
So now I get it. Act skeered and goofy, get a treat!