Chopper and the Pickle Jars by Binki

I got such a scare today I just had to write to all my sooey buddies and tell you what happened to me.  There I was, enjoying my morning peanut butter treat on the patio when all at once this big hepacopter flew right over my head!  I was so shocked I barked a warning to Maggie and I grabbed my Tupperware dish with the leftover peanut butter scrapings and made a mad dash for my door.  It had closed itself in the wind, but I didn't even slow down... I just bent that little catch out of shape and charged right on in.  Lucky for me I had my p. nut butter to keep my mind off my terrible fright.

Well, having survived another major threat to my health and well being, I decided to spend the rest of the morning entertaining myself inside.  Now, as some of you will know, I share digs with Maggie and Bob in the office... it also serves as pantry-type storage and lucky for me one of the cabinets has no doors.  I usually amuse myself by picking the cardboard off the boxes of pickles and jams on the bottom shelf.  Today I got right in there, peeled the box right off the pickles and started rearranging the jars so they had more snoot appeal.

Much to my surprise and delight, one of the jars had leaked a little sweet juice from the pickles and I was having a great time licking up the juice and sucking the sweet taste out of the cardboard.

Next thing I knew, Maggie spotted me and ran over to try to get me out of the cupboard.  I kept squirming away, shaking my head, "No! No way!" all the while she was trying to get me out of there without breaking the pickle jars.  It was so much fun, when Maggie finally won the battle I went whoop-dee-dooing around the office with a hunk of cardboard in my mouth and the silly dog, Dax, was barking and trying to catch me.  I had to throw myself on my blankies for a rest... such an exciting morning, and such fun!  Dax is still trying to figure out why I wanted the cardboard.

Tee hee!  Chortle oink and snort!  and Maggie is busy moving all the jars up two more shelves...she says I'm driving her crazy, but she knows I'm TOO YOUNG TO DRIVE! 

nof nof snort,
Binki

copyright Margaret Timms 1997