Last night Eddie was very bad. He got out once just before dark. Between Randi with a broom, Don with a water hose, and me with a can of tuna.....we got him in.
Once it became dark, he waited until my back was turned....slid open the screen door and all I saw was his fluffy rear end disappearing up the hill.
Oh what fun he had for the next two hours! Randi pleading in Danish, Don cussing in English....and me crashing through the bush, rolling over walls, crawling under cars and otherwise embarassing myself in dressing gown, flash light and gym shoes.
If we were't working hard enough....he would cry....come very, very close to us....once all eyes were on him....off and running!
Everyone went to bed except me....I sat...looking at Pettalk, until four minutes after midnight when I heard him at the door. I open it and in he sauntered.
So...today he is grounded. And everytime I see his eyes close...."
EDDIE!!!!!!!" Let him be as tired as I am!
