As is the case with many of my canine friends, I tend to excel at digging holes. I’m not allowed to do it everywhere; in fact, I can’t quite figure out exactly what the human criteria is for where and when it’s OK, but that’s true with many of their arbitrary rules. In the places where I can dig, I create a rather exotic collection of craters, as well as some areas reserved for burying my special treasures. Mom seems to be under the impression that I may employ large equipment in order to create my special effects, but I assure you I am quite capable of doing this all with my own paws.
So here’s the issue. As much as I love my holes – deep and shallow alike – sometimes they can be problematic. The other day, I was minding my own business in the back yard, resting a bit after having excavated a particularly extraordinary trench. Just as I was nodding off in the warm sunshine, the pesky cat from next door climbed over the fence. Exactly who does she think she is to invade my space?!?
What could I do? I have to protect my territory, right? So, I took off at my top speed (which is quite considerable). I woofed, I growled, I snarled, and just as I was about to grab that evil feline, I accidentally put my right front paw directly into a big, deep, hole.
Well, needless to say, a twisted ankle is the result. I am chagrined that someone of my superb physical abilities should be brought down by a cagey cat luring me into one of the holes I dug myself.
But, she had better watch out, because revenge is coming…. as soon as I can walk again.