My little red and white "rescued" me from the evils of the Sneaky feline today. Here's the story as Stormie tells it:
(originally published in Stormie's Dogster diary)
So the hooMom came home a little early from work today. It seems she caught the cold bug that's going around these here parts, dear readers. She sounds awfully stuffy and she looks well, less than good. Those bags under her eyes are bigger than some suitcases I've seen, and pale! She makes a polar bear look tan…....
(OK Stormieson, I do believe your dear readers get the point - I look downright crappy, OK? - signed, your hooMom)
So where was I? Oh yeah - so she comes home and wants to just curl up on the couch and read me The Heart Of The Savannah until she falls asleep. We read for a bit and I see the hooMom's eyes start to close. I wait to hear the tell-tale snoring…..instead I hear "ZOOOOOOOOM! JINGLE, JINGLE, JINGLE! ZOOOOOMMMMM!" coming from the kitchen. Sneaks has decided that now is the purrfect time to do cat zoomies through the kitchen and chase after his jingle bell ball. This continues for a bit. I see hooMom open her eyes and glare into the kitchen, she's trying hard to ignore it. More "ZOOOOOOOOM! JINGLE, JINGLE, JINGLE! ZOOOOOMMMMM!" coming from the kitchen. I take matters into my own paws - I head out to the kitchen, pounce Sneaks, and come back to the sofa and curl up with hooMom under the woobie blanket. HooMom says "Good boy, son." and pats me on the head. Finally the sound of silence and a woofderfull nap ensued.
-Stormie - nurse maid, guard doggie
***What would I ever do without my little protector?:) ***