Yo Dumpling! You'll NEVER believe this:

So there I was, doing a whoop-dee-do around the easy chair and clang! Smacked right into this metal monster. Well, didn't I pick up my trotters and make a mad dash for the great outdoors, hollering my cute little lungs out? You bet I did, and that silly dog, Dax got the wind up and came running and barking after me. I was gasping and wheezing and generally screechless and I *I'd delete this I* had to pause by the bird feeder to collect myself.

After I got my mohawk under control I took a deep breath and cautiously approached my piggy door to see what had taken over the office. There was Mom, standing by the monster....scared me into next week to see her so close to it! Mom kept telling me, "It's OK, it's just the ironing board". So big deal, like that made me feel any better! She had to come over and tell me that Dad said, "If you're going to spend all day out there with Binki you better take the ironing with you..it's YOUR turn!". Mom explained they get this hot thing and they run it all over those lovely fresh clothes and take all the nice wrinkles out of them. Go figure! I told her that was a stupid waste of time, when she could be giving me the attention I deserve.... popcorn, apples, brushing.... So I had to make another trip to the feeder to console myself. She got really oinked with me when I used my muddy snout to put the wrinkles back in those nice warm shirts. I tell ya Dumpster, it's a hard life having these humans for pets....sometimes I have to have some food therapy to get over the worst of what they do..... sigh.... truth's stranger than fiction.

hawgs and kisses

Binki

© Margaret Timms 1997