So this morning we all cuddled in bed and listened to General have a crowing contest with the Crazy Cat Lady's roosters. He's not loud enough to wake us up (the cold air did that) but if it's quiet we can hear him crowing. I'm sure a certain neighbor isn't thrilled with us but what's one more rooster in our rural neighborhood, right? It's not like we're partying on the roof every day.
Sometimes we move it to the backyard.
Well, Phoenix is threatening to take over the blog to tattle on me so I guess I should tell you myself so you hear the truth. I got in trouble today. The blog title is reused because this happened once before AND it's an actual Friends title, which I haven't been able to work into a blog lately. I should mention that I NEVER do this when papa is home.
Remember how I said we got a slow start? Well, it was really cold this morning and mom didn't turn the heat on last night so she didn't want to get out of bed. I don't mind a good snuggle on a cold morning but after awhile I want to play and go see my feathered friends. So I may have been a little hyper. After about 87 minutes, I managed to pull her out of bed and she shuffled to the hallway to turn the heat on and then let me outside to do my business.
Scruffy may or may not have been visiting this morning. And I may or may not have followed him on his morning adventures through the neighborhood. I will say that after about 10 minutes, mom called for me and I might have
Knowing that I was wandering around during deer season with some gun shots in the distance, mom figured I might have been getting nervous. (I don't like gun fire ever since the fireworks scared me this summer.) Not to mention I'm not supposed to leave the yard EVER let alone when hunters might confuse me for a deer!
Is she crazy?! Seriously. Do I, Zona...
... look anything like Miss Deer??
So mom got in papa's car and drove down our little road and spotted me just as I spotted her a few houses away. Oooo.. I was kinda nervous at first. I knew I was not supposed to be there and mom looked like a hobo in her miss matched PJs, orange shoes and bright pink fleece. I was a bit embarrassed to get in the car with her.
Needless to say, papa will have another chore added to his list. It's time to put up a gate for the driveway. We have next to no traffic on our road but every time I sneak down the drive way, she freaks out. If I'm away for even 2 minutes she starts worrying about cars, bears, poisoned meat, getting disoriented and being to scared to ask two-leggers for help... you name it. 99% of the time I'm not even out of the yard when she thinks I am. She says she worries enough as it is so.....
Looks like the party is over, Scruffy. I can no longer sneak out with you and pretend I'm a real country dog who gets to wander the neighborhood. Well, at least until I learn how to open the to be purchased gate.
I hope everyone will still be my furiend even though I was naughty today. Can I blame it on the Kool-Aid?