Things got worse.
I was lying at the bottom of the bed the next morning, relaxing after having done my business and had a delicious early breakfast at 5.30am.
I’d had better nights before in my life and needed to catch up on a lot of shut-eye.
But even when I’m napping I like to know what’s going on.
Mom and Alpha were whispering to each other at the top of the bed.
I cocked an ear.
They either spell things out or whisper when they don’t want me to hear what they are talking about.
Lifted my head and glared balefully at them.
Oi! Excuse me! Ouma Elise says it’s rude to whisper.
Talk loudly so I can hear too.
Mom leaned over, ruffled my ears and smiled at me.
No worries Fudgie – you’ll find out sooner than later.
They continued to whisper and I still couldn’t hear a darn thing.
Then Ralphie arrived and I got distracted.
The next night we all came upstairs.
I get taxied up and down the stairs these days.
Mom can do the down trip but she can’t get me all the way up – even though I’ve lost weight.
Alpha carries me up in the evenings.
I sauntered into the bedroom and stared in disbelief.
There was a lot of junk stuffed under the bed.
Looked at mom…
Excuse me – how am I supposed to get under the bed now?
You’re not Fudges.
She wagged her finger at me.
You can sleep in your baskie or in the corner but not under the bed.
I can’t have you bashing your head in the middle of the night any longer.
Walked around to Alpha’s side of the bed to investigate.
Did you ever!
That side was blocked up too.
So that’s what they were whispering about.
Figuring out ways to prevent me from getting under the bed!
But they miscalculated hugely.
The next night I was just about to fall asleep when the Thunderdog roared.
My Woggledy Whiskers!
Fled around to Alpha’s side – and just simply barged my way under the bed – no amount of junk or yelling could stop me.
Another horrible night was had by all of us.
Fudges, mom said the following morning, we are going to have to make a better plan.
