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stoutfellow) wrote2010-02-24 07:23 am
stoutfellow) wrote2010-02-24 07:23 am
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Escape Artist
This morning, I was making the bed. Well, more or less; I'd taken hold of the blanket and upper sheet, to give them a good flap and let them settle flat onto the bed. As I did this, Gracie leaped onto the bed.
I told her to get down. She refused, several times. Finally, I went ahead and flapped the bedclothes, letting them settle not-quite-flat onto the bed (and Gracie). Claustrophile that she is, this did not upset her in the least. I went in to take my shower.
When I came out, the blanket and sheet were flat and unmussed; there was no Yorkie-shaped lump to be seen. She had slipped out from under without disarranging things.
:shakes head:
I told her to get down. She refused, several times. Finally, I went ahead and flapped the bedclothes, letting them settle not-quite-flat onto the bed (and Gracie). Claustrophile that she is, this did not upset her in the least. I went in to take my shower.
When I came out, the blanket and sheet were flat and unmussed; there was no Yorkie-shaped lump to be seen. She had slipped out from under without disarranging things.
:shakes head: