Holler my friends! We are all getting psyched here in preparation for St Patrick’s Day. I’m practicing my River Dance in honor of Ireland. I shall now be known as Houdini Yorkie of the Dance – barks! Can you see me now hitting Broadway? You would buy a ticket….right?
This week has been interesting here at the Hotel Thompson. I learned a new word. Boundaries. For me? I thought mom and dad were mistaken at first. I have rules and boundaries? Cute little me? Surely they had to be joking. You see, someone – looks innocent – went into their bedroom and chewed mom’s charger for her i-Phone. It couldn’t have been me – no way! I’m blaming the purr thing Hemi. Yeah, he did it. Something this cute could not have possibly done something like that. But I think I got busted.
Mom took me to the big bed one night with her and went to plug her phone in to charge next to her bed. The cord was missing in action. Personally, I think it ran away. Then she did the wildest thing. She looked right at me and said, “Houdini you know anything about this?” Barks! I couldn’t look her in the eye. Then she said, “You do, don’t you?” Then she got on the floor and was looking under the bed. She found the cord bitten through. She then said, “Houdini, do I need to have this analyzed for your saliva and matched to your dental records?” Darn that ID channel and her line of work. Busted.
So that’s when I learned the new word boundaries. No more freedom in the parents bedroom. Have you ever done anything and got busted for it? At least mom didn’t put me in dad’s doghouse – Barks and rolls with laughter.
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