Adventures Of Orthos
Yesterday I think I pushed it too far. Mom let us out and I booked it across the road and into the woods. Shayla and Buck followed me, but 5 minutes into running through the woods Buck was gone. I figured he went back home and turns out he did. Shayla and I kept running. We could hear mom calling us and the sound of big trucks flying by echoing in the woods. Kind of lost track of time and before I knew it the sun was going down. We hid in the trees while it rained and hard round snow chunks pounded down. Shayla was freezing and her teeth were chattering. Have to say I was darn cold myself, wet and muck up to my chest. Just before dark we came home and sat outside the side glass door on the gym. We knew everyone would be in there since the rest of the house was locked down. I even missed the kids coming home from school! How did I miss that? I hate that big yellow thing parked in front of my house every day, 2 times a day. It rolls up and eats all the kids, in the afternoon it spits them back out. Mom says it’s a school bus, but I still don’t like the thing.
Everyone was sitting down at the dinner table and I could smell the spaghetti. Spaghetti night is my night, I get all the left overs. Buck laid under the table with that sappy, “ha HA” look on his droopy face. Tasha once in a while walked over to the glass door and growled at us. Who does she think she is? Shayla shivered and cried. I bounced off the door and barked. Nothing phased them, they ignored me. Me! I knew I was in hot spaghetti when they started turning off lights a couple hours later for the little kids to go to bed. STORY TIME! Mom gathered the little kids and did story time without me! Ever since I was little I have laid on the bed behind the girls for story time and listened while falling asleep. She didn’t even bat an eye at me when I barked at the door and slammed into it. “What Sisters Are Good For” is one of my favorites and she read it without me. I walked over to the chalkboard patio mom put in this summer and laid down out of the rain at the front door. Shayla curled up against the door and shook and shivered into the frame. I told her we just had to wait it out for a bit more and she got nasty with me. HEY… she is the one that followed me, nobody twisted her ear to come.
Finally around bedtime mom and dad let Tasha out to go potty with Buck. We tried to push our way in the door as they came out, but mom shoved us back. Tasha the old meanie attacked me and bit my face. You would be proud, I stood there and took it like a big dog, never flinched I knew I was a bad boy. She went in, Buck went in with a swish of his happy tail and I could feel the warm air still coming off of him. Dad came for Shayla. In the front foyer she went limp while he yelled at her and they rubbed her down with towels. She made a huge, HUGE mistake though. After all this time sitting outside, she wet herself in the foyer. My eyes about fell out of my head when I saw that. Mom and dad were not gentle rubbing her down to dry her off and I knew if I had my chance, it would be worse. They just seem to expect so much more from me.
My turn. They opened the door and I laid down on the rug outside while dad yelled at me. Well not yelled but did that deep low bear growl voice, that thing freaks me out. I came in the foyer and the rubbing started and they were really rough, rolling me over side to side and on my back. “Don’t wet yourself, don’t do it”, I kept thinking to myself and I didn’t. I know they were mad, worried and very disappointed with me, but when they were drying me off I caught a peek in mom’s eyes. She still loves me! I still better lay low for a few days and try super hard to be a good boy. It’s gonna be tough, maybe I should get one of the kids to duct tape me in one spot.