Twisting stories around us

The dog made himself get stranded in the bathroom! (the sentence is a Copy ed’s nightmare, I am hoping)

That * is * a first you know. No, not the copy ed’s nightmare part, you fools…the stranding in the bathroom part.

Usually, the dog steers clear from the bathroom. Thanks to his unwilling bath sessions there. Maybe because it is symbolic of his failings. I mean once he is in there, oh the struggle he puts up! AND FAILS. (Doggie i wish you were reading this).

So any which way, here we are sleeping at 0400 hrs (so reminds me of you KP ) ….dreaming of wonderful things in and about life. And suddenly, we hear yelps and angry barks. We tell the dog to shut up and have mercy (as an afterthought. You never know what may appeal to him) on our poor soul.

The sod doesn’t listen. That surprises us? Not at all. After 20 months with him, we know when he will listen to us.

So after we have successfully bid goodbye to our sleep and are as wide awake as owls, we set out to search for the mischief-ball. And surprise, surprise! We find him—-NOWHERE!

This has us worried, more on the account of what damage he would have done where ever he is. You don’t think we take our dog’s well-being seriously? You are right…we don’t. But that is another story.

So we stand in one place and try to figure out at the crack of the dawn where the dog might be. We concentrate and follow the sounds of door being scratched. We open the door and there the mischief monger runs out like an arrow without a target. Him in the bathroom, pisses us off. He knows that.

We like to believe that the dog had let himself in the bathroom, on account of it being safe and all in the middle of the night but he really had no idea what he was getting himself into. Silencing curiosity is never a dog’s forte. He should have known.

So there he must have been sniffing around, trying to decipher the world within the 4 walls that is so scary on Sunday mornings is not-so-threatening on Monday nights. And he might have been having a good time, all in all. And then, he would have wondered what lies behind the grey door, must have gone to check and BANG!

The door closed! Increased heartbeats…lolling tongue….oh he deserved every bit of it! Waking me up * so* damn early….

Wish he had tried to figure out how the flush works….and flushed himself away.

Sigh…we wish and dream, don’t we!