I was about thirteen weeks old and I was in the kitchen. There was never anything interesting left in my reach. I always had a toy and a chew but they never left any of their things where I could play with them.
I had been working on how to open the doors. They all had a handle, set at their waist height, that pushed down. I could easily reach them now and I had already opened a door that opened away from me. The kitchen door opened inwards and that made it a little more difficult. I had to pull the door towards me before my paw slipped off the handle. I decided to give it a try. Success!
I left the kitchen and decided to go and investigate the bathroom as I had never been in there. My first impression of the bathroom was that it was a very dull room. I then noticed a wicker basket and decided to have a look inside it. I lifted the lid and discovered there were clothes inside. I spread those around the floor. I then had a little nibble at the basket and it was satisfyingly crunchy and it came apart quite easily. It took me no time at all to break it into small pieces and spread it over the floor with the clothes.
The room was looking far more interesting now but I felt I could still improve it. I opened the cupboard to see if there was anything interesting inside. There was a roll of cotton wool. I shredded that and spread it around like snow. A couple of boxes of tissues were soon spread around in tiny pieces. Then I found a bumper pack of toilet rolls. I had seen the puppy in the advertisements unrolling those and having fun. I unrolled one and draped it about. It looked quite nice, but I decided to shred and scatter the rest of them.
It was starting to look quite artistic now, I thought. I heard one of the bipeds go into the kitchen. She soon came looking for me. She walked into the bathroom. She seemed very surprised.
She said, “How could you do all that in ten minutes?” Then she started laughing.
I heard the male biped ask her what was so funny.
She replied, “Clowie’s been busy in the bathroom.”
He said, “I don’t see what’s funny about that.”
She said, between giggles, “It’s difficult to explain, come and see.”
He came to the bathroom and he was just as surprised. He muttered something about it being amazing what I could achieve in ten minutes and then he started laughing as well.
That very same evening he put a hook next to the kitchen door and they put a cord round the handle. I could no longer open the door. I think they were worried about me working too hard! I have since done a few other makeovers in the house and garden, but I’ll tell you about those another time.
See you next Wednesday!