|This is how you do it...|
Just today I lay on the couch trying to catch some beauty sleep when a terrible raucous arose from the basement. My mom hollered and laughed, laundry room doors opening and closing until Dad finally dragged himself away from his computer. A few words were exchanged before he snagged the treat container. Yawning and stretching, I followed along.
|Another classic pose I've perfected...|
Luna, Tilly, and I were never locked out of any room because we had enough sense to stay out of trouble. Wisely, the folks don’t trust these hooligans around various household chemicals stored down there. But Terra snuck inside when Mom tried to haul out her laundry basket, Polly followed, and hilarity ensued.
You see, our cellar is about two-thirds carpeted. The rest serves as Dad’s hobby room, the aforementioned laundry space, and general storage. For whatever reason, walled partitions were never installed despite the area having a whopping three complete doorways. It seems the disastrous duo sent Mom trotting from one entrance to another while they led her on the proverbial wild goose chase.
Can you explain why anyone would chase a nasty old goose, tame or otherwise? Don’t you think all birds are best out of a can?