Last night I was feeling real "cool" because my people had bought me a Harley Davidson collar. Let me tell you, I look sharp! Only now my people have taken to calling me a "Harley Hog," and sometimes, "His Royal Plumpness." Really I'm not that plump! I've even lost a few ounces since my last visit to the vet when I got weighed.
But while I was actin' "cool" last night, struttin' around where I wasn't supposed to be, I found out there's still some scary things lurking in my motorhome that simply aren't safe. I jumped up on the overhead bed, where my people keep lots of extra supplies plus other goodies and a big fan, and was climbing around checking things out when suddenly something grabbed my back foot. I whirled around to try to get loose, then I took off flying across the bed, knockin' everything all over the place. and that sucker would not let go. I flew in front of the fan, which is a kinda' narrow spot, then tripped and fell onto a chair. As I hit the floor running, my people saw what had me and started howling with laughter.
It seems my people had one of those plastic bubble envelopes stored up top that is used for packing and shipping, and I had accidentally stepped on it and gotten my toenail caught in one of the bubbles! That thing was stuck to my foot and it would not come loose no matter what I did. I was sure some creature from outer space had hold of me because I had never seen such a thing before!
When my she-person could finally catch her breath from laughing, she bent down and pulled it off my foot. Still, I licked my foot over and over trying to erase all memory of the sheer terror. It took awhile to get over it, and although that bed had been one of my favorite places to sleep while it was cold outside, I'm not sure I'll ever jump up there again! I'm sure my people booby-trap some areas of the RV to keep me out...grrr-r-r-r.
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