Friday, February 12, 2010

All in about Fifteen Minutes

I'm trying to avoid getting up and out of my warm bed, just one peek out of the covers reveals a chilly morning.

Stitch is laying to my right and all you can see is the tip of his nose, poking out from the covers. He lets out a bark right in my ear. I mumble the sound of an "uh-uh", that is code word for..No, stop it or shut up. He settles down and not even two minutes later does it again. Okay that's it..I'm up!

I throw back the covers and am greeted by sudden gush of COLD! I grab my housecoat, slip on my slippers and stumble my way towards the front door.

My cats greet me at the kitchen table, sitting next to their bowls. (no worries folks, we don't eat off that table) They look like they had been waiting for some time. Little blurrs of statues, that are yelling at me.

I walk on by, still trying to make it to the front door. Stitch, in his trying to hurry me along, trips me. Way to go buddy! The front door at last, open the door, try to open the storm door and crap it's stuck. The dogs are looking at me like.. hurry up already or your going to get an accident to clean up in your morning haze! Apparently the house is trying it's best to keep out the frigged temps, good job house but open up! I had to give it a major push, sounded like I broke it.

Dogs out!
Check over the storm door, not broke. I think, too hazy to tell right now.

I walk back to kitchen, push ON button for computer. Over to the coffee maker, at last my precious, I am here. Pour me a cup and walk it over to the micro, turn around and give the cats something to shut up about. No, I didn't hurt them, I gave them their treats.

Head to the bathroom. Come back get coffee out of micro, walking it to the counter and stumble on my own foot. Coffee goes dribbling down the front of my housecoat. I haven't even been up five minutes and I am already having a messed up morning.

I clean up my housecoat and fix my coffee. I sit down to the computer and Taco lets me know he and Chaquita is ready to come back in. Again I have to struggle with the storm door. In not wanting to close it till Stitch comes in I try to hurry him along. I look this way and that way and he is nowhere in sight, he must be in the back yard. I give up, shut the door and come back to the computer..

I hear Stitch bark his one bark for let me back in. I go to the door and he's not there. I figured I didn't get up fast enough and he ran after something or changed his mind. I come back to the computer.

Again, he barks. Again I go to the door and he's not there. What the Heck is going on? Am I losing my mind? While standing there and briefly contemplating this, he barks again. It sounds like it's coming from under my feet. I go out and call him, scan the area. He barks and my eyes fall on him.

He is under the house and looking up at me with HELP written all over his face.
I ask..How the heck did you get under there?
He responds with a bark and tail wagging. You would think he's happy to see me! I don't know why? From what I see by scanning the area of the porch, I might not be able to help him. Mind you, I have only had two SIPS of coffee!

He can be stupid and smart at the same time. As I am wondering how to help him, he paws at some cement slabs. I had propped them up there over a year ago to keep the neighbors cat from getting under there. It was like he was telling me how to get him out.

I remove the slabs and he squeezes out.
Happiest dog ever!!
As I am checking to make sure he didn't hurt himself, I get my face cleaned! EWW, Gross!! Stop that and be still! I was talking to the wind, cause he wasn't listening!
Don't go under there again, cause next time I'm not helping you! (Yeah, right)


Anonymous said... [Reply to comment]

Too cute. Reminds me of my ol' dog Roscoe. He would get himself into so much mess and then look at me like "Daddy! Fix it!" - and all I could think was "Well, you did it!!!" Man, I miss him!

Lucy said... [Reply to comment]

I just love your blog. It is always so funny. Way to go!

kendrasue said... [Reply to comment]

I hate getting out of a cold bed...and letting the dog out in even colder temps makes it even worse!

Ocean Girl said... [Reply to comment]

The birds don't bother us though there were times when they were really hungry, they gobble the hunger call. (It is different then their normal gobble).

Jen said... [Reply to comment]

My cats won't wait patiently. They come and wake us up. At least I don't have to let them out.

Jen said... [Reply to comment]

How funny! My dog will do something similar. He will go down to the basement, to my son's room, and the door will shut just a bit when the furnace kicks on. Not enough to latch the door but enough that the dog doesn't think he can fit through it. He doesn't have any idea that he could just push the door with his nose and be free. He barks, that one bark, for me to get him out. I've tried to coax him into pushing the door but he will have none of it. I have to open the door all the way for him. He's not very bright.

Mrsbear said... [Reply to comment]

Glad the doggy was okay! Amazing how much they understand and communicate despite the language barrier. Those early morning stumblings can be rough, I go through similar circumstances when the kids wake up and instantly need, want, ask. Jeez, give me a minute to clear the crust out of my eyes. Coffee helps. :)

Angelia Sims said... [Reply to comment]

Hilarious! How did he get down there? Oh, I can't function on 2 sips of coffee either.


Also just read your funk post. Hugs to you across cyberland. I hope healing takes place quickly.

Heather said... [Reply to comment]

Rabbit...Sorry I reminded you of you loss. I know how hard it can be to get over losing a family pet. Weird hoe they can get them selves in situations, but can manage to go ou thte way they got there.

Lucy...Aww thanks!

Kendrasue...The cold makes it even harder to get out of bed.

Ocean Girl...That is so neat! I guess if you hang out with an animal long enough, you learn their language.

Heather said... [Reply to comment]

Jen...That would be too much in this house, I already have Chaquita for that. LOL!

Jen...Funny that you say that. I shut the door to my bedroom for a nap. The cat pushed it open and Stitch came with him. Chaquita sat outside the door and whined. She could have come in if she wasn't afraid of the door. LOL!

Mrsbear...LOL!!! Them kids (wether human or animal) have no patience!

Angelia...there is a panel of skirting missing on the backside of the trailer. No brains to go back out they way he came. I was doing good to just SEE!

Kathryn said... [Reply to comment]

Oh, how cute is that? And he told you how to rescue him! You'd had a full day, even before breakfast!

Heather said... [Reply to comment]

Kathryn...Thank goodness he did or he would have had to wait till I got more coffee in me. LOL!