Saturday, July 28, 2012

Corndog

Do you like sweet corn?  I like it so much I’ve been helping Auntie in the garden.  We’ve been tilling and watering the corn all summer, hoping to end up with something really yummy.  Well, the weather hasn’t cooperated, the ears are really small and then came the raccoons. 

This morning Auntie went out to pick the tomatoes, spinach and corn.  I went out to help her shuck the corn.  There were only four tiny ears left after the raccoons went through.  She gave me a little piece and put the other ears in a bucket.  She went back to the garden to pick up all the cobs the raccoons left behind.  The bucket was sitting on a picnic table on the deck.  I stood up as tall as I could and grabbed the edge of the bucket—the shucked corn rolled toward me.  Heaven!

When Auntie came back I was standing in the yard with bits of cob scattered around me and corn hanging from my chin.  At first she didn’t know what I’d done—then she saw the bucket.  Oh no, this could be trouble!   (It’s not like she didn’t know I like corn.  After the high winds blew the top off the compost bin the other night, she found me standing in the middle of the garbage eating corn cobs.)

Popo said I "would do better next time."  I don’t know if he meant I wouldn’t get in the corn bucket or I wouldn’t leave any evidence behind.

Lesson for the Boys:  It helps to be cute and/or funny when you get into trouble.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

I Am A Good Boy

“You’re such a funny boy. What a good boy. You’re so cute.“ I hear these things all the time. So what came over me? It was a little after six in the morning. Auntie had gone out to water the garden and everyone else was asleep. She had given me a few kibbles and said she’d be back in a little while. When she came back in the house I was standing in the kitchen—trash everywhere. While she was outside I went through the kitchen trash can looking for something—something good to eat. Yesterday was the big July 4th picnic. Auntie had been baking and cooking stuff to take. Because it was so hot, they brought our dinners home to eat. I saw the paper plates, cupcake papers (I love cupcakes), and all kinds of other good stuff go in the trash can. When I was done going through the trash, it looked like I had been possessed—everything was shredded into bits.


I was so embarrassed. I was caught red-handed. For the rest of the day all I could do was lie around with a stomach ache from all the junk I ate. What a way to celebrate the 4th of July!