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It is nice out and I have the house open. At my house that means the french doors in the bedroom are open. Tippy Toes had finally gotten brave enough to begin investigating the yard. Well, DH came through the gate with his bicycle and spooked her. She bolted for the first door she saw, the kitchen door. Now, the kitchen door has a screen door with a glass panel on the bottom. This door was closed. I had just cleaned the glass (can you see where this is heading?).
So I am napping on the sofa, oblivious to the drama about to play out. Suddenly "BAM" on the kitchen door. I am thinking DH is trying to come in that way. "BAM" again. Wow, DH is in a hurry today. "BAM" "BAM"
I have now managed to get one eye open and haul myself to my feet. "Hang on, let me unlock the screen".
I see Tippy Toes bolt in the bedroom door and shoot under the bed. DH follows her in the door "Tippy, are you alright?".
"Why wouldn't she be alright" I ask in all innocence.
"Didn't you hear her slamming herself head first into the kitchen door?"
Now both of us are crawling around on the floor trying to see if TT is still intact. It took us an hour, but we finally found her behind the sofa, looking for all the world like she would never budge from that spot. She stayed there all night.
I think we are at bout 90% right now. Wow, she was not herself all day Saturday.
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