Katie here again.
So maybe my Mama does love me. We went out to fill the bird feeders this morning and she let me go along. I got to break up sticks on my deck while she filled the feeders. It’s an important job. The stick breaking.
So anyway, then she decided to drag some chairs off the deck to the basement and she let me stay outside. But after she left with the first one I got sort of anxious and wanted to come in. So she let me in even though I was dragging my leash and it got stuck in the door and she was trying to get the other chair in at the same time.
And of course when she went outside to fill the birdbaths I wanted to go with her even though I was still dragging my leash and it got stuck in the door on our way out and she almost spilled the water all over herself. (Mama is sort of clumsy if you ask me.)
And then when she was done with that she wanted me to come in with her because it’s like 12 degrees outside (that’s -11.11 C!!) and I hadn’t finished with my job breaking up all the sticks so I wouldn’t come and she had to come get me.
And all this time she didn’t yell at me at all! And you know what? When we got inside she tossed me her mitten because she knows how much I love to play chase when I’ve stolen something, like her mitten or her glove or her sock or ….well just about anything I can steal from her.
So we played a rousing round of chase the sheltie-with-the-mitten game. And she laughed and took off her big coat and her hat and her sweatshirt and her scarf and put them all away.
And then I asked to go outside because I forgot to pee while we were out there. And Mama just sighed.
Cause she loves me after all. Yes she does.