Story #8 – You Are On
Restriction!
Starring:
Scottish Terrier—Angus, Sawney, Onie-P (Fiona Paisley). Westie—Molly.
Each of the fur-folks are home from their wild adventurous
party…exhilarated and laughing at how things turned out…now that they’re safe
again. However, in at least one household, there are repercussions.
You Are On
Restriction!
Our
tale begins on a Thursday evening in a small town in Central Texas. Three Scottish
Terriers and one Westie are receiving a very stern talking-to by their momma Annie.
Heads
are down and ears back.
"Angus
McGregor, Molly McGee, Sawney McCracken, Fiona Paisley—I’m very disappointed in
every one of you for your parts in the party at Aunt Desley’s house!
“The
first thing’s going to happen is that each of you are going to hand over to me
your passports!
“The
second thing is that each of you are going to turn over all cell phones,
tablets, and computers!
“The
third, there will be no carrots OR squirrel chasing for 3 days!
“And
fourth, you will write a letter of thanks to Aunt Elaine for safely getting you
home, AND a letter of apology to Aunt Des for messing up her house!
“Do
I make myself clear?”
“Yes,
Momma," they each say very meekly.
"Furthermore,
there will be NO contact with the Adventuring Scotties and Associates family
for 2 weeks," Annie says firmly with hands on hips.
Each
furry heads drops a little lower....
"Letters
in the morning. Now each of you, get to bed!"
The
next morning, the foursome team up to compose suitable letters.
Dear Aunt Elaine,
Thank you very much for giving us a ride in that
big helicopter. It was really cool how the pilot pulled us all out of there using
those t-shirts!
We really hope we can do it again sometime--helicopter
and all. It's just that, next time, we don't want to be in trouble.
Love,
Gus, Molly, Sawney, & Onie-P
“Ok
guys, the easy letter’s done! This next one -- we’re going to have to work really
hard to apologize…get that whole meek-ear tone going and everything. Especially
considering WE didn’t really do anything wrong…” says Onie-P, acting as spokesperson
for the team.
Dearest Aunt Des,
We wanted to write and say we're very sorry about
the house.
Due to the sudden extraction plan, there was no
time to clean up.
We know we did make a bit of a mess, but we had
nothing to do with your lovely sofa catching fire…other than we did roast a few
marshmallows on it.
Please forgive us. We will help pay for our small part
of the damages.
Love,
Gus, Molly, Sawney, and Onie-P
A
few days later, a reply came back from Aunt Elaine.
Darling Babies,
You are so welcome for the rescue! I'm just glad your
Mom got in touch with me in time to convey the last-minute change of plans to
the pilot!
And watching from the helio landing-cam, every one
of you looked like little gymnasts as you dove into the t-shirts! Good job!
But in the future, always be careful at big parties
like that – the host usually only wants a great party but sometimes things can
get out of hand…errr, paw.
Love,
Aunt Elaine
There’s
no response from Aunt Des -- unless it was the still smoldering empty envelope
with the barely discernable address to Gus, Molly, Sawney & Onie-P.
“Ooohhhh,
that doesn’t look good! Guess she’s pretty mad at us.”
After
the first week of Restriction, the pups are getting restless.
6:15
am. Onie-P nuzzles her sleeping mother’s face. "Wake up, Momma, wake
uppppp! We all need to go potttttttty—now! Please wake up”....lick, lick, lick.
With
eyes barely open, Annie gets up and lets Onie-P, Gus, Molly, and Sawney out the
back door--leaving it slightly ajar so the pups can come and go. Yawning, she
goes back to bed.
7:30
am. Lick, lick, lick. “Momma, we're hungry. May we have breakfast now?"
Annie
gets up again. Moving on auto-pilot, she heads to the kitchen, feeds the pups,
and virtually sleep-walks back to bed. But, just before leaving the kitchen,
she thinks she hears the sound of a camera swiveling as it tracks movement. She
looks around but sees nothing. “Strange,” she thinks as she goes back to bed, “Could’a
sworn I heard something.” Out loud she says, “Two more hours, babies. Momma
needs another two hours sleep.”
Lightly
cat napping thru the sounds of bowls scooting across the floor as the pups
finish their morning kibble, Annie now feels the pups joining her in the bed again—coming
up the little doggy stairs—stepping on and over her as they each find their
favorite comfy spot.
During
the next hour or so, she hears mumbling but thinks the pups are just talking low
among themselves, not wanting to wake her up. "How sweet!" she thinks
dreamily.
All
of sudden, Annie is startled wide awake from a deep sleep when she realizes she
is curled up into a tight ball and lying in the only space left available on
the uppermost right top side of the bed!
"What
the heck?" she exclaims as she sits up. Looking around on the bed, Annie sees
there are a LARGE number of Scotties in bed with her! Bonnie, McKeeghan, Latte,
Madge, Gus, Sawney, Onie-P, and others!
“What
in the world?" Annie cries.
Just
then, Annie hears the sound of a chopper overhead and next, a loud crash comes
from the backyard. She leaps off the corner of the bed and runs outside.
A multitude of Scotties jump from the bed and follow.
Annie
scans the backyard quickly and sees the tops of three ladders leaned onto her
back fence—with Scotties roiling over the top of the fence and lightly jumping
down to the thick grass.
Through
the three-inch gap at the bottom of the fence, Annie sees a fourth ladder lying
prone on the ground. It was this ladder that caused the loud crash when it had
fallen.
“All
good, mum! No one’s hurt!” she hears as a stout, handsome black Scotty rushes by
her.
And
the chopper she heard from the bedroom was now overhead and lowering even more Scotties
into the yard! And, as if things weren’t strange enough, not to be left out,
there were a bunch of Angel Scotties doing air-zoomies up above the chopper!
Felines
Oreo and Cmdr Raisin, having leapt from the helicopter, deigning to use the
slide-cable, are now reclining along the roof line. And Molly, the Westie, is
sitting comfy on the deck chair observing the Scotty Invasion of her yard.
Then
one of the Scotties hollers, “Aunt Annie!!!”
As
if those two words were a signal, all of pups jump on Aunt Annie in a mob-fest!
Lick,
lick, lick. Lick, lick, lick. Scotty Flash mob! Lick, lick, lick, Lick, lick, lick. Lick,
lick, lick! Lick, lick, lick. Lick,
lick! Lick, lick, lick. Lick, lick. Lick, lick, lick. Lick, lick!
Annie
finally comes up for air, saying, “Jock, Gus, Gordon, McKeeghan, Gerald,
Apollo--sit down! Jolie, Cafe, Archie, Whiskey—sit down! All of you, sit! Now
stay!”
After
she's able to get everyone somewhat calmed down and settled. Annie asks in a
bewildered voice, "What is going on? Why are all of you here? My pups are
on restriction!”
Jolie,
with a big Scotty grin, says, "Yeah, we heard they couldn't leave the
house to come to us…BUT… you NEVER said WE couldn’t come to them!"
All
the fur-folks arrooo’d, yipped, and meowed in happy agreement!
Exhausted,
Annie sits down and shakes her head in disbelief….when the doorbell rings.
Mums
/ Dads everywhere…..do you know where your Scotties are?
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