Table Surfing

Mommy and Daddy have been eating outside on our new screened porch almost every day, sometimes twice a day. I’m a good girl and sit under the glass table or go play in the yard while they eat. But when the food is gone, all bets are off! I go to Daddy – he can’t resist me – and hop up and down or stand up and throw back my head until he picks me up.

I was sitting in his lap in front of the table not long ago when he got a phone call. Since he was ignoring me, I decided to do a bit of ‘sploring.

They sure didn’t leave much for me to clean up.
Nothing on this ledge either. If I was a cat, I would walk on it, but I’m not.
Hmmm, looks like a long way down.
I wonder what’s in that bag. Lilys? Who would put flowers in a bag?
I’ve heard the story of how Angel Lexi got hip dysplasia from always jumping off of things. I guess I’m stuck here ’til Daddy gets off the phone and helps me.

Xena Schnauzer Warrior Princess