Two Stories: One Big Celebration

It's no wonder we've not been around Blogland much.
Moma's been doing other stuff

 and
We've not been real effective in getting her Undivided Attention.

Until recently.
We got her Attention all right.
Both of us.

Here're the Stories.

First of all.
Seems like every time Moma hits the thrift stores
(which can be often)
She comes home with more wool sweaters.

She piles 'em up.
And eventually washes the heck out of 'em
Till they turn into cozy pieces of felt.

(Note the descriptor.  Cozy.)

Which she piles up again.
And arranges in some sort of fashion.
She takes it very seriously.

Me?
I watch.
And I stay respectful.


Most of the time.

Just once
I couldn't resist temptation.

One day when Moma left us
I did a little rearranging of colors and textures.

I thought I did a pretty good job.

I felt proud.

And I had been quite comfortable in that pile.

Moma could tell.

It was warm where I'd been lying.

I look pretty innocent.

Right?

It's 'cause I AM innocent.

Calm.  Collected.  Quite non-terrier-like.

Very much non-cracker dog.

You know?

That's my reputation.

Hey!
Where'd that picture come from?
Who's that dog?
That dog looks possessed!
That's not me.
You know I'm not sinister.
Or anything resembling a cracker dog.
No!
Someone must've photoshopped that picture.
Don't believe everything you see!

Anyhow.
(Now that we have that cleared up.)
After that incident
Moma moved all the wool piles upstairs
and started spending time up there doing her stuff.

I usually join her
Sleeping on the futon in the same room.

Fergs usually stays downstairs
Sleeping on the bed.
She's happy there.

Well.

Here's the Second Story.

And it's a really Special One.

Prob'ly deserves its own blogpost.

But since we're lucky to get Moma to help with this one

We'd better take advantage of her attention

While we've got it.

So.

The other night (Wednesday)

I was sleeping upstairs while Moma worked.

Fergs was sleeping downstairs on the bed.

Hours passed.

It got pretty late.

And it got dark downstairs.

Usually by then we were all together on the same level of the house.

All of the sudden

Out of the quiet

Came one great big clear loud

WOOF!

It was Fergi

She found her Voice 

and she was calling out!

This was the first time Fergi had ever barked!

Ever!

And she's been with us for a year and a half now.

Sometimes she'll make little yipping sounds at me

when I'm being a Crazy Boy 

and chasing her around the dining room table.

(It's fun 

and she's maybe beginning to think its fun for her, too.

Her tail is usually part way up

but she makes little yipping sounds at me

with her pearly whites showing.)

But this night was different.

This sound she made was a BARK!

An honest-to-goodness

full-throated BARK!

She was looking for her Pack!

She was looking for US!

And

Believe you me.

She got Moma's Attention.

Big Time.

Moma dropped everything she was doing

and went rushing downstairs to praise Fergi.

(I'm so proud of my sissie!)

Fergs' little tail was up and wagging.

She still wouldn't let Moma go all the way up to her

but she was a happy little dog

with a wig-wagging tail.

(One day we've gotta get a video of that little nubbin beating back and forth.)

Fergi'd missed her Pack.

HER pack.

US.

Moma and Me.

And she called and found us!

We are soooooo happy!

The little baby steps Fergi makes are special.

The huge leaps she takes

Like BARKING

are worth a great big Celebration!

Guess who got Treats Wednesday night!

Yep!

It's true!!!