Seriously, where’s the camera when you need it?  I barked and twirled and did about a gazillion paw snaps when I saw the fiasco yesterday morning from the front door of Casa de Canterbury.  Talk about cat bird seat.   Let’s don’t and say we did.  Heh, heh.  My little joke for the night.

It all started when the old woman Slow got up to let Spike and Tennis Ball Obsessed Chelsea and moi outside into the back yard for our early morning constitutional.  Smokey Lonesome Ollie slept in and Paw Licker Annie is under the weather and can’t get around plus she never wants to get up until Pretty gets up and Pretty didn’t have to be at work until 9:30 plus yesterday was Pretty’s birthday so why should she be up anyway?

Just one tiny little problemo which is Spanish for problem.

Unfortunately Spike slipped right past Slow when she opened the back door – I mean slick as greased lightning – and over the fence he went.  Yep, didn’t look back.  Up, up and over.  I mean he was that fast.  Well, of course Slow did her usual huffing and puffing and cussing that worthless dog Spike and turned around to go inside to unlock the front door so she could retrieve him.  Couldn’t find the key. I could see her irritation meter soaring when I raced back through the doggie door to watch the entertainment just in time to see her open the front door and go muttering to herself as she went down the steps.  Thank God for the glass storm door.  I didn’t miss a thing.

I saw Spike running through the yards across the street from our casa de Canterbury with the old woman hollering for him to come back and shuffling along with her fastest possible imitation of a run and they went down the street about four houses.  Spike darting in and out of driveways and flower beds and grassy lawns and Slow doing her best to chase him.  All of a sudden Spike changed directions and loped toward Slow and ran right at her.  She spun around to grab for him as he sailed past and BOOM, down she went on the cement pavement of Canterbury Road.  Sweet Jesus.  What a sight.

Mr. Neighbor Peep across the street was backing out of his driveway to go to work and he saw her go down, too, because he stopped and got out of his car and went over to help her get up.  Are you all right? he asked but miraculously the daffy old twit managed to get up by herself to survey the situation. Yes she told him. I think so. Well, the things we do for our dogs he said and then shook his head and got back in his car and drove off.

And Spike?  By this time he had the good common sense to come home.  He was sitting on the front steps waiting for Slow while she limped slowly toward our casa.  Spike’s in the Dog House.  I predict more crate time for him in the near future.

Slow took a hard fall to hear her tell it, which she does ad nauseam, but I like to think it was a You Tube Video without the Video.  Can you get on You Tube without pictures…hmmm…

Get me outta here Percy…I’m looking for leftovers from Pretty’s Birthday Dinner which smelled delicious…barbecue and all the fixin’s.  Catch up with you before Memorial Day, Sports Fans.