OK – we’ve all done it – at some time or another, we’ve either done something we KNEW we shouldn’t, or accidentally done something that turned out to be – BIG TROUBLE. Am I right? Well, you can tell from my Cousin Toby’s face in this picture that he knows he’s been a BAAAAAAAAAAAAAD boy.
I have to honestly say that the only time I’ve been in trouble was back when I was a little guy. I was less than a year old and was still at the “wow!” stage – everything was new and neato and overwhelming – especially the woods in our backyard. Mom and I used to walk down a path into the woods with me wearing my harness and leash. I’d hop up on an old oak tree that had fallen down and it was fun to walk up and down the bark while Mom sat there and watched me play. Well, not long after that she gave me a chance to try out NOT being on the leash/harness. By then I was responding to her calling my name so she thought I’d “mind” her when we were outside together.
Well the day of the BIG trouble, we started out just fine. I was right by her feet and only went off the path a foot or so in either direction……I was being ever so good. Then I saw my very first chipmunk about ten feet off the trail. WOW……something to play with that was closer to my size! Off I flew – I couldn’t even HEAR Mom calling me back – nope – I had one thing on my mind – finding my new buddy. Mom came after me of course but as soon as she’d get close to me I’d run off further……there were a lot of bushes and shrubs and weeds and brambles and Mom couldn’t get to me as I scurried along tasting true FREEDOM!!! The closer she’d get, the further I’d run. Pretty soon she had to stop – she couldn’t go further because of the dense underbrush but I sure could and I sure did……out of sight.
Mom found a way around the brush that was blocking her way but I was nowhere to be seen by then. She called and called but I was busy. She didn’t see me and I didn’t see her. She gave up and went back to the house to get my Dad so they could hunt for me together. They couldn’t find me. They hoped that I would remember the way back home and I know Mom felt just awful that she’d let me get away from her. Honestly though, it wasn’t her fault – – – I was just being a wild child !!
They sat on the back deck and waited with eyes watching the woods and sure enough – about an hour later – one tired, straggily looking kitty came out of the woods and they came down into the yard and we had a big HUG-FEST. I was so happy to see them and Mom cried happy tears to see me………..
That was my last time EVER not minding my Mom…..as I recall it was quite a while before she trusted me off my harness again too!
LESSON LEARNED………….and we’ve all lived happily ever after.
Have YOU ever been in trouble? Come on – ‘fess up – tell your friend Sam how you got into big trouble…….you’ll feel so much better if you tell………… 🙂