The Great Escape II


As reader of this blog will know (not a typo...we think there is - at most - one of you), we've documented our escape escapades before. If you've forgotten, it was over 3 years ago, and it was all about Izzi squeezing her little body through a small gap in a 'fence'.

Well, history (sort of) is repeating itself, because we've been tossed in solitary confinement, and we're mad about it! Enough is enough! Attica! Attica!

We're kind of sort of worked up about the last few days. See, our mama has decided that she wants to make our house even prettier and so she has a man coming over every day to paint the walls and change their color. We, as dogs, have no ability to discern subtle shifts in color, so we're sure that our mama is doing this for us so that we have new smells to smell and not for us to enjoy the change in color. We think this because everything that happens in our house is for us, right?

For some reason, our mama has also decided that we cannot run around the house and go where ever we want and so she's put us in the jail downstairs! Well, okay, think it's a jail; we're stuck in a room for hours and hours at a time and all we have is food and water and nice comfy places to sleep. That's like jail, right? We have to admit that our concept of prison comes from a movie we saw on TV once about a guy who had to go to jail and this is pretty much what he had to put up with (it was called, "The Wolf of Wall Street", by the way, which we thought we'd like because - you know - wolves, but they lied..no wolves). So, in off to prison we were sent every day and even though we were let out in the afternoon and it was a normal evening and night for us, it was still tough on us.

We're back from the beauty parlor, but we're not free!
Our mama tried to make us feel better by taking us to the beauty parlor, and we did like that but when we got home, it was right back to prison for us with only a nice plate of food and some fresh water to live on for an hour or maybe an hour and a half. You can see why we reached our breaking point!

So, today, when we were once again very calmly and gently placed into jail, we knew it was time to fight back. Up until today, our only tactic was to cry (Izzi), howl (Rozi), and bark (both of us) until we were let out or until we fell asleep (it was the "fell asleep" that usually happened first). Today we came up with a new idea: digging ourselves out!

We thought about using a saw to hack our way out but (a) we didn't have a saw and (b) we don't have opposable thumbs to hold it if we had one. So, that idea went nowhere.

Instead, we relied on our natural instincts and abilities, which is to say we tried to dig our way out. Our plan was to dig under the door to our "cell" and once we made a deep enough ditch, we could squeeze out. Izzi first, since she's good at squeezing and is skinny, and then Rozi, who is neither. We got this far:
Drat! We hit cement!

What we didn't know was that this is a high-security facility: the floor below the carpeting is cement! So, all that energy was for nothing, we thought (and the digging was especially hard because we had our nails clipped yesterday). But, we were wrong! Because we were making so much noise and causing so much trouble, we got ourselves transferred to another "facility"...our living room!

Yes, we were gently carried to the room that we like to lounge in, which was a step in the right direction. But, we saw that when we tried to run around the house, there was a barrier that had not been there before! And, this was one that we would not be able to get through, even though we tried and tried and tried. And, that mean person (on the right) was not very nice and when we tried to talk to that person, there was no response...it was as if they were made of stone.
No one can get through this wall!

So, we're serving the rest of our time here, and we don't know if we'll get thrown back into the downstairs room...we hope not.



But, if we do, we have another idea and we don't want to say too much but let's just say there are sheets on the bed and there's a window and if we can figure out how to make a rope of the sheets, open the window, throw the "sheet rope" through it, and figure out how to climb, we could just be free to run around the yard!

Arf, Yip, Arf, Yip
Izzi & Rozi

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