My younger person came home to see me this weekend because Monday was a holiday so he had extra time. Well, he says he didn’t just come to see me – he had to get something that was still in the broken down vehicle that got towed back here.
When I went out for my walk my younger person was doing something that looked strange. He had his little car and his big car backed up to each other. I wanted to stay because I was sure he needed someone to supervise. I wasn’t sure he knew what he was doing – you can’t drive cars when they’re like that.
But my person tugged on my leash and made me go for a walk. I tried to convince her I needed to stay, but she wouldn’t listen.
Well, she listened to the next thing. A big, loud clap of thunder coming from the direction we were headed. Sorry person, we can’t go any further that way. Got to go back and supervise.
I made it back just in time to make sure my younger person didn’t get lost in the space warp he had created.
Somehow he managed to put a great big tool box into a tiny little Honda.
Younger person, don’t fall innnnnn!
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