Something happened to me this week that I am just now able to talk about. It was a Most Terrible Thing but I think that talking about it will help me work through it.
Okay (deep breaths), I LUVS my backyard. It is the Most Awesomest Backyard That Ever Was. I LUVS to spend time out there. Grazing on grass (Mom says I’m part cow but I don’t believe her). Guarding it from Evil Squirrel Intruders. Lying in the sun.
This is how I normally look when I’m in the backyard:
And this is how I looked the other day in the backyard:
So that day was like any normal day. My dad asked Brudder Ranger and me if we wanted to go out. And of course, I said yes. So we go outside and all of a sudden…
“OHMIDOG!” I hollered. “WE’RE UNDER ATTACK! RUUUUUUUUUN!”
Dad obviously did not understand the dire emergency that this was. “Oh, Mayzie,” he said, much more calmly than the situation warranted, “We’re not under attack. The neighbors are just putting on a new roof.”
“NUH-UH,” I yelled over the grenades whistling past my head. “WE’RE GONNA DIE!” And then I demanded that we take cover in the house.
So after about a million years, dad let me back in the house and tried to explain to me that the peoples were using a newmatic neumatick air nail gun to put shingles on their roof. Well, I flatly refused to believe such a ridiculously wild story.
Even Brudder Ranger tried to tell me it was nothin’ to worry about, but I didn’t believes him either:
So dad sighed and told me we could go for a walk instead so I could tinkle. And that was fine but I was so nervous that I didn’t tinkle all I needed to. And later that night, I sneakeded downstairs and tinkled on the rug. Oh gosh, I was so embarrassed cuz I haven’t tinkled in the house since the first month I lived here. But I was skeered to let mom or dad know I needed to go out cuz I was afraid they’d make me go back out into that war zone!
Well, now that a few days have passed and whoever was in the war has called a truce, I feel kinda silly about the whole thing. If you read my Very First Post, you know that I was afraid of a whole bunch of stuffs when I first came to live here. But with mom and dad’s help – and LOTS of cheese therapy – I haven’t been skeered like that for a long time. Mom said we all have set-backs when we’re trying to overcome stuff and I shouldn’t worry too much about it. But sometimes I feel like the onliest dog in the world who gets skeered.
Anyway, I feel a whole lot better now that I’ve talked about it. Thanks to everydoggie for bein’ my friend and listening to the story of my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day! I hope your day is way better than that day was!