Friday, July 24, 2015

Friday Night Labs - Escape Artist

Abby travels back and forth from home to the little crash pad in the city where I work. It's a cozy little place with some  the furniture from the house I owned when I met my husband and little things that make me smile.

She has a dog walker at both homes, someone to let her in and out, and stay overnight with her if need be or have her stay with them.  She's pretty laid back and minds really well, including having to block her into a specific room  at the crash pad when the landlord sends someone by to change the furnace filter, check the smoke detector or replace a bulb in the high ceiling fixtures.
Barkley would have bounded over the chair.  Even a baby gate was no match for him. Abby just stays behind it with plenty of windows to spot when I come home, and goes to sleep.

Or so I thought.

There were two days in a row she was blocked in the living room with her toys and water bowl as a small repair was being made. When I came home the first day she was in her usual position - on the couch in the blocked living room,  half asleep and looking slightly bored.
If Mom really loved me she'd have one of those baby toys that goes over the crib with music and dangling bacon.

She does occasionally change positions.  Lat night when I went to take her out one last time before bed she was on sprawled out on her back with one leg straight UP in the air towards the ceiling  like John Travolta in Saturday Night ever.  Low light kept me from getting a photo but I cracked up.

On day two, I came home, but it was Friday, so she was reading the tabloids, looking less than happy about the most recent celebrity divorce.

But today, when I got home I talked to the dog walker to set up next weeks schedule.

She said "Abby was so cute, meeting me by the front door".

 I said "huh? No, she was blocked in the living room for the maintenance guy".

 L said " No, she must have jumped over the chair when you left for work."

AND jumped back and pretended to be asleep when I got home.

I'm on to you Abby.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

I better go count my beers there's no telling what ELSE she was up to.  :-)

8 comments:

  1. Sounds to me like Abby's not reading tabloids, but blogs and learning a few tricks from Belle!

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  2. Busted! Watch out Abby if your Mom gets a GoPro!

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  3. BOL!! Go Abby!!!
    Smileys!
    Dory, Jakey, Arty & Bilbo

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  4. Hari OM
    BOL... oh Abby, you forgot that the 'whispering wind talks to the trees'!!! Hugs and wags, YAM-aunty xxx

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  5. Ooops Abby - you got caught!
    hugs
    Mr Bailey, Hazel & Mabel

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  6. Our old Charisma dog hated to be fenced into the kitchen and would jump over any baby gate. She thought she was supposed to be in the girls' room where she could sleep on their beds and keep them safe. I had never had a dog as a pet before and thought dogs should stay off the beds. I soon gave up as Charisma insisted that was where she was had to be at all times! Cockers are very determined and steadfast companion dogs!

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  7. BOL - never underestimate the craftiness of a dog:)

    Woos - Ciara and Lightning

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