Sunday, February 12, 2012

A tight squeeze

She crashed through the house tonight at high speed, bouncing off walls, retreating briefly under my desk, going airborne down the stairs, knocking over books and a stereo speaker, then woosh- she vanished, gone from plain sight.

Thirty minutes later, we found her, huddled under the chair by the fireplace, hunkered down, seeking refuge from the offending tennis shoe, which somehow she managed to get entrapped in, laces drawn taught with only her hind quarters exposed.

Oh, Delilah, dear girl. Play with the laces any time, but keep your head out in the open and leave the wearing to me!

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