Today started out slow, but it got better. And then worse. Almost scary-worse. Hi there everyone! It's me Lisi. Have you missed me? Have you? Have you? Have you? We dogs like excitement like that. Like "Get the ball! Get the ball! Get the ball!" I think you get the picture. The big lady that yells but loves me anyway and the nice big guy all got into their van this morning with all the little people and away they went. They leave me out on my own these days. Well kinda. I have that icky collar around my neck that makes that scary beeping sound if I get too close to the edges. So I just stay put on the front step or in the garage or wherever my fancy takes me. I like being free like that. They were gone forever and a day. Or maybe ten minutes. I don't know because, well, I'll let you in on a secret. We dogs aren't real good with time. All the time for us is 'now'. And that's all that matters. You people should learn from us and quit worrying about things that don't matter.
But! I was lying in the back yard and here they came! Whoooooeee I love those people. Well most of the time except when the big lady yells at me. They all burst asunder out of the van and disappear in the house for just a little bit. And then! They all came out again! With jackets and comfortable shoes and oh my! We're going for a walk. A real walk. Not just a get you around the bend for a bit. So off we went. And we went a long ways. Into the woods. I chased all kinds of rodents. Saw some neat things. But the smells. Oh my. I was a burr-ridden mess.
When we were nearing the end of the path in the woods, the big lady that yells but loves me anyway took me to the pond for a drink and a little swim. But where was that nice big guy? And the little people? Big lady says, 'go find daddy!'. And away I went! I raced down the wooded path and what? One of the young girls here was up in a tree! The big guy was watching her and coaching her where to go. It looked really really fun. I hadn't thought of exploring up in a tree before! That's where those pesky squirrels go up and chatter down at me! It looked like I could do it and so you know what? I climbed up that tree. It was at a nice angle and so I just trotted up and was even a full branch higher than that little person below me. But then. My doggy brain was saying, 'what in the world are you doing up here?'. You're in a tree! You're a dog. And my legs started a shakin'. The big guy was looking alarmed but didn't know what he could do. And then it happened. I slipped. And oh no! Coming throooouuuuuggggghhhhh... knocked down the girl and WHOOF. Then I landed flat on my back. Lucky for me it was nice tall grass. Took the wind right out of me. I laid there for a minute. The slight alarm in the big guy turned to cold fear. So I thought I might make him feel better and stood up. Shook the humility away. And off we went. Lucky for the little girl, she was fine too.
So. If any of you are lucky enough to have a wonderful dog in your life, please tell them that trees aren't all they're cracked up to be. In fact, they could crack your noggin'. Or a rib. Or worse. I think I might have learned my lesson. Or not. We're living for the moment, remember?