Wonderful Wednesday

Freki speaks out:

It was a rough morning here at the MacRae casa. Mom decided the floors had too much dog hair, water and mud on them and dragged out the dreaded 'vacuum'. It has rained a good bit this week, and I guess humans just don't appreciate bringing the outside inside, though I liked it well enough. What I really don't like is the vacuum. The mop was a bit suspicious at first, but I decided to chase it after a bit. It makes no noise at all. Even when I bite it.

The corgis pay very little attention to the vacuum. I wonder if they are blind to the possibility they could be eaten by the voracious beast, or if its deafening roar does not alert them to its threatening tendencies. I have seen it chase and suck down a large clump of dog hair that bounded, terrified, ahead of it--to no avail. I refuse to be its next victim.

I watched this mechanical monster from the safety of the couch. Well, until it came into the living room. I must confess I cut and ran to the bathroom. Hiding behind the shower curtain felt good, but seemed a bit cowardly and I kept an eye on it from the safety of the rug. Especially after the vacuum showed its lack of bravery and went around Dixie. Then again, she has that effect on me, too.

I was, however, quite brave yesterday. We came upon a large flock of geese in a field during our long evening walk. Ben was quite excited. His short breed was originally used to herd geese, and I suppose he recognized his calling. I have herding instincts, too, and watched both Ben and the geese, wondering how to react. Mom didn't let Ben show off his ability to drive those geese, but you can bet I would have been right behind him. All the way.

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