Okay, I’m sorry I piddled on the bed. Hey, my male peep is the one who got me all excited. Weren’t you guys listening when the trainer man said to manage my environment?
FEMALE PEEP: “Okay, Charlie Bear, no more upstairs for you.”
Jiminy Crickets, why did they have to put up a baby gate across the stairs? I liked running up there and jumping on my male peep in bed. And then she put up another one so I can’t go into the living room. Geez.
FEMALE PEEP: “More outside time for you to piddle. It’s my own fault I have to take the comforter to the cleaners. Geez.”
At least she admits it. It was her fault for letting me go up there. But I do have to learn to hold my water better. And the other thing I have to learn is not to growl so much at the cat on the wall outside. They tell me he lives here. He was born wild and they had him fixed (poor guy, I know what that’s like), and after his momma cat died he still hangs around.
MALE PEEP: “Listen up, Charlie Bear. That cat has been here for more than 16 years. His name is Bear and you must respect him.”
I guess I’ll cut him some slack since his name is part of mine, but I like to chase him. He’s pretty good for an old geezer, he can scale a tree quite quickly. Gotta hand that to him. But when he sits up there and stares down at me, well, it’s in my DNA to try to get him.
FEMALE PEEP: “He’s off limits, Charlie.”
We’ll see about that.
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NOTE: If you want to catch up with what happened in LBA (Life Before Adoption), you can look under “Charlie Chat” on the right. All the posts are there, and these new ones about LAA (Life After Adoption) will be there too. Watch for more of Something to Chew On by me, Charlie Bear, in the weeks ahead.
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