More fun with puppies!
Jul. 11th, 2006 02:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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meeby, who has recently joined the ranks of the "damn, I thought this room was puppy proof!" I shall tell another fun Indie story, from a couple of days ago.
We have purchased baby gates to put across the doorways to the kitchen and family room. Indie mostly was staying in, but the baby gates were cheap insurance. And we try (for reasons that my earlier post should make obvious) to always have someone within ear/eyeshot of her when she IS in the house. And all is reasonably well.
We have also had a mice problem in Mom and Dad's room, and Dad found a dead mouse in a trap in his sock drawer. And, being a man, rather than just dealing with it, he called mom, and held it up, and said "I found a dead mouse." (Mom, of course, advised that he deal with it and thoughtfully handed him a plastic bag. Of course, being Dad, he couldn't get the trap to release the carcass, so *I* got the job. *eyeroll*).
While saying this, he was standing in the hallway, just down from one of the baby-gates. Indie could not STAND it. She could SMELL the mouse. She wanted to SEE it. So, from a standstill, she levitated OVER the baby-gate.
Un.Be.Leivable. We have the flying dog on stilts ;).
meeby, who has recently joined the ranks of the "damn, I thought this room was puppy proof!" I shall tell another fun Indie story, from a couple of days ago.We have purchased baby gates to put across the doorways to the kitchen and family room. Indie mostly was staying in, but the baby gates were cheap insurance. And we try (for reasons that my earlier post should make obvious) to always have someone within ear/eyeshot of her when she IS in the house. And all is reasonably well.
We have also had a mice problem in Mom and Dad's room, and Dad found a dead mouse in a trap in his sock drawer. And, being a man, rather than just dealing with it, he called mom, and held it up, and said "I found a dead mouse." (Mom, of course, advised that he deal with it and thoughtfully handed him a plastic bag. Of course, being Dad, he couldn't get the trap to release the carcass, so *I* got the job. *eyeroll*).
While saying this, he was standing in the hallway, just down from one of the baby-gates. Indie could not STAND it. She could SMELL the mouse. She wanted to SEE it. So, from a standstill, she levitated OVER the baby-gate.
Un.Be.Leivable. We have the flying dog on stilts ;).
