It's a Dog's Life

I found this wonderful game I've been playing for a while now.

You see this two legs comes to the front door every day and puts some stuff through the door. He never comes in and I haven't seen him, but he puts this stuff through for me. Sometimes it's big heavy stuff wrapped in that flimsy stuff that when you scratch it, it goes everywhere and sometimes it's just small bits of paper and pretty colours.

Well I found that I can pick up the small stuff and run it upstairs and hide it. It's great fun and the two legs always comes and gives me more so he obviously likes it.

I've been ever so good and I got several of these papers in my box under the bed. My teo legs don't look in there only to see if Sebastian has gone into hiding there so it was a really cool secret place.

the other day though I'd retrieved this leaflet thing about pilates classes and taken it up my hidey hole ready for storage when I heard Louie outside so I jumped across the bed to look out the window to see what she was doing and that's when the trouble started. Louie was trying to get in and was hanging on her front door. her two legs had gone out and left her. I tried to shout across to her to say that she could come and stay with me until they got home but you know how thick these windows are. Anyway in all the excitement I forgot about my pilates class leaflet and left it on the bed where I had dropped it.

Everything calmed down and I went back for a snooze until my two legs came home. They did the normal greetings ritual and enquired if I had been a good boy etc. Then he went upstairs to change clothes.

"What's this paper doing on the bed?" came the call from upstairs. I felt a little chill of fear - I sensed what was coming. my stash was about to be revealed. I thought what a funny question too. The piece of paper would have just been laying there. It had no life of its own so it would be most unlikely to be doing a Highland jig across the duvet.

The female two legs went up to join him and pretty soon they were embarked ona search which involved going under the bed. They did look quite funny with their heads under the bed and their bottoms in the air, but I knew comedy was going to be short lived.

"Look here!" commanded the male two legs. "There's all sorts of letters and stuff in here. It must be Casper's hideaway"

That's right I thought now do the decent thing and walk away and pretend you haven't seen it. Not likely! Out came the letters and papers and things were ripped open.

"The gas bill! My pension! An invite to wine tasting. What on earth is he doing? Does he think he's a dog?"

That was enough. Me - a dog! I ran up his back as he was kneeling by the bed my claws fully extended. he knew that wasn't a dog.

Nevertheless I am now in the dog house - again. And they've put a box on the door so the two legs can't play with me any more. It's always me that's in the wrong!!