Spring Fling continued – Maezi, guest blogger

My superior tracking abilities & keen powers of deduction gave me the edge I needed to discover Auggie’s trail. 

What to do?  We are NOT allowed down the hill…however, the steps of doom beckoned me.  I had to find my brother.  I tracked the prints down, down, down – what I determined is….

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…Auggie has stinky feet.

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Then, I heard something rustling from afar.  I could see him in the distance.  I yelled.  I barked.  I gave him “what for!”  I inhaled a bug.

Which made him laugh to hear me cough.   He came running.  Sauntering, really, to see what was up.  He was completely unconcerned.  The problem was, those stupid yellow spiky weeds are evil.  Evil, I tell you!   They have a small  spiral burr on them – they get in your hair, your ears, between the toes.   We were going to be in for it if we were caught down here.

Oops!  Busted!  & Auggie had the evidence all over him – dust, dirt, smudges, water…

Now, I don’t know about your house, but here, it seems like when one of us gets in trouble, so does the other one.  & really, I was the innocent party here.  I was just trying to find Auggie.  HE started it.  HE ran off & went way out on the hill.  He could have been lost.  I should’ve been the heroine.  I should have received a reward.  But NO!  We were sent to a “time out”.

I blame Auggie.

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