Posts Tagged ‘stand’

I am really good at standing! When I was just a puppy, mom used to keep me sectioned off in the laundry room. Yeah, I know.. SO MEAN! right? Anyway, the only thing keeping me from busting out of there was a cardboard box she would put in the doorway. The box was taller than I was, so in order to see mom on the other side, I had to stand on my hind legs. I got really good at this. Every time she was in the kitchen, I’d stand up and see her most beautiful face! But then one day I got smart and realized I could move the empty cardboard box with my body (or maybe I fell against it and it moved out of the doorway.. whatever, I still figured it out myself). After that, mom bought a baby gate and locked me in. SO MEAN! But I can’t fully blame her. We lived with grandma and grandpa, and ol’ granny didn’t like me running my dirty paws all over the carpet. But as soon as we moved out, mom let me run freeeeeeeee all over the house. I was so free that I got the carpet super dirty! Oops. I guess that’s what grandma was trying to prevent. Oh, well. It’s ok. I’m cute!

xx,
Oakie