Last week, I called mischief on Guy Fawkes.
He deserved it.
Monday was the real night for celebrating but all of the public displays had been on the weekend. My human helped me write my blog post and then after that she went to feed her rabbits.
I’m not sure what happened. One moment she was happy with arms full of carrots and lettuce, the next moment I was being locked in the house and she had wet stuff on her face and her mouth had gone very straight.
She explained to me that I had to stay inside as something bad had happened to one of the rabbits and she needed to sort it out.
I don’t know what happened to the rabbit, but before Bonfire Night there were two rabbits and after that there has only been one. AND a big hole has been dug in the garden then covered over. I could have helped with that but my human said it was important that she did it.
I was locked in the house for a long time but I have never seen her face like that before, so I waited patiently, like a good girl.
When she came back she was quiet. She sat on the kitchen floor and gave me a huge cuddle. I’m not really a cuddly girl but I think she needed to just sit there for a minute.
A minute was long enough for me. I’d been very good. For a long time. Probably a whole hour and I needed my human to be happy again. You see, us dogs, we’d love to talk sometimes. Sometimes we just want to tell you that it’s all ok. Bad things happen but as long as you have a puppy in your life you won’t stay sad for long.
I had a little bark but she didn’t understand. So I thought I’d have to show her.
I took the shoes out for a run. *wag wag wag* It’s not mischief though. It’s called cheering up. *wag wag wag*
Don’t you think I did a good job of cheering her up?