Under the Fence

Back in my domain. Gave the cats The Eye. Set a few things straight with that young sprout, Ghost, and Sascha the rhodie mix. Then humom absolutely insisted that I spend some time outside in the backyard. Well okey-dokey. The gals next door were also outside so I went over to investigate. Lucy, the little black Lab mix, was shy and gentle as usual, but Zoe, the big brown pit/? mix that mom calls the Psycho Bitch from Hell was yelling her head off as usual. So I decided it was time to mosey on over there and have a little chat with her. Turning my rather substantial self into a different form of matter altogether, I slid beneath the fence and rematerialized in their yard. I raised a single eyebrow. Suddenly, there was complete silence. The Psycho Bitch and I communed. She agreed, and wandered off. I reassured Lucy, and we had a refreshing round of chase. Then I lay down in the shade and had an overdue snooze. When humom came to find me, of course I was on the other side of the fence, with no visible means of transport, and no way to get me back. I smiled sweetly. There ensued three hours of high drama including long-distance phone calls, earth-works and excavations, involvement of neighbors, tears, rantings, cajoling, treats, recriminations and regrets, during which I had several meditative naps and a pleasant game with the gals. When I was brought back into my yard, I was finally allowed to stay in the air-conditioning (d'oh) and got many special treats in apology, and quite right, too. I mean really. This is the way I get treated after a stay at the vet's? Guerillera Alexandria out.