Wagging Tails Two

The wagging tails of Lulabell (Children's book) 

Chapter two; Home Alone!

"Lulabell, Lulabell!" I heard at long last and not before time!

Never had I been so pleased to hear Tamster call my name! 

Finally she was home.

When she left this morning, I was very much looking forward to my day. A day where I was to be home alone to have many adventures.

What could possibly go wrong! 

It all had started so well; 

I had my bowl full of food as well as a few snacks that I had stashed away in my bed and full access to every room in the house and the garden.

My first adventure was so much fun! Well perhaps not so much for that pesky cat next door! 

I saw that cat yet again having a cat nap under the tree, IN MY GARDEN! 

I was enough to make me growl under my breath! I would show her this time!

I ran towards her as fast as I could, barking as fiercely as possible!

"Woof woof woof woof woof woof" I woofed, which did the trick and woke her up with a startle seeing her off over the fence into the safety of her garden... or so she thought!!

Being the clever, forward planning and genius dog I am, before waking her up, I dug a hole under the fence, which was well worth getting my paws dirty for, just to see the look on her usually smug face when before she could catch her breath, I appeared from under the fence into her garden!

Knowing I had out smarted her, she raced straight through the cat flap and was under house arrest until I decided otherwise!

I was getting bored after a while and seeing as it was clear who was the boss around here, I headed back into my house to reward myself with a well earned treat before my next adventure!

First though, a little dose on Tamsters bed was just what I needed!

Don't get me wrong, my bed is very comfy but Tamsters bed is pure luxury.

With no one home to tell me off, I took full advantage and jumped on her bed. 

In delight I ended up lying flat on my back with my paws in the air before snuggling into the fluffy pillows and drifting away into one of the best dog naps of all time!

I only awoke because I was feeling rather peckish again. After a good old stretch on the duvet, I headed to the room with all the food that Tamster calls the kitchen.

Personally a far better name for this room is 'the doggy delight, food in sight, incredible edible, doggy cave with all the food I crave' room.

Now when Tamster is home, for me to jump up at the kitchen surfaces usually ends up with me hearing a telling off command of "get down!"

With no one home I had all the time I needed to jump up and have a good old nose about.

Working my way along the surfaces standing on my back legs following the mouth watering smells. My nose led me straight to a white box from which came the delicious scent of cake! 

I just love cake!

With a bit of pushing and pulling with my front paws, eventually I was able to knock the box to the edge and then off the side on to the floor.

As if it was meant to be, on hitting the floor the box lid opened to offer me the cake inside. Being the well mannered and polite dog I am, how could I refuse such an offer!

I wolfed it down in record time enjoying every second of the 10 seconds it took me to finish it off and lick the box clean.

Now off to the sofa I headed but just as I reached it there was a knock at the door which sprung me into action to do my guard dog duty.

A duty that was very important and usually was to protect Tamster. With her being out, protecting our home was the least I could do! 

Off to the door I charged barking in a way that would make it clear to anyone that if they tried to enter, I was ready and waiting for them and would bite them if need be. (Not something I enjoy doing but if I have to, I will!)

Thankfully, I scared them off with my barking which clearly they understood meant they were not welcome! 

So back to the sofa I headed for a quick nap.

The sofa being another one of those very comforting places that was out of bounds for me usually, however seeing as I had just protected the house and seen off an intruder I was quite certain Tamster would want to reward me for being such a brave dog by allowing me to climb onto the sofa.

Up onto the sofa I jumped and after a quick dig through the cushions to make myself very comfortable, off again I started to go into a dog nap.

Then something wonderful caught my eye on the other corner of the sofa. It was a sweet I saw wedged under the cushion. 

I could not resist and just had to have it.

This turned out to be a little more tricky than I had hoped!

After sticking my nose into the gap between the cushion and sofa I ended up pushing the sweet further down and despite using all of my paws I just couldn't quite reach it. 

It didn't help that my brain kept alerting me that I was in need of a piddle so I decided to go outside and do that first before trying again to get my sweet without any interruption. 

On my way back from my favourite flower bed that I like to piddle on, I was distracted by the bin in the kitchen and the smell of food it was wafting my way.

Standing on my back legs I was able to reach in and grab a tasty snack left over from Tamsters dinner the night before. As I was climbing down with the snack in my mouth the bin toppled over almost landing on top me.

With my quick thinking and fast moves I managed to escape with the snack still firmly held in my mouth. Much to my delight the contents of the bin emptied out onto the floor supplying me with endless snacks which should have lasted for the rest of the day. 

Of course I finished them all within no time at all so headed back to the sofa to claim my sweet. 

Still unable to reach it I had to resort to the dog skill of digging to get it out!

Well digging through a sofa is not as easy as you may think. Although you would expect it to be easier  than digging through dirt it certainly is not.

Only by using my teeth to bite and rip through it was I able to finally get my sweet! It was worth it! 

Feeling in need of a nap after all that hard work I went in search of the right spot. The sofa was no longer an option with the metal springs now poking out of it.

Up the stairs I went and into the spare room to the the pile of freshly washed clothes yet to be put away.

I sank right into them and closed my eyes and went to doggy dreamland, full of endless amounts of food and belly rubs to dream about.

It all then went horribly wrong when I woke in need of another snack.

It would seem that the door out of the bedroom was now shut and despite all my scratching and nudging it would not open. 

I was starting to panic and could do nothing but wimper while I sat by the door for what seemed like forever!

Just as I was about to chew up some socks to ease my anxiety, I heard Tamster call my name.

Now that is where I started this story you may recall. 

However in my distress of being trapped in the spare room. I failed to notice the tone in her voice calling my name was one of anger.

When Tamster opened the door to set me free I realised I was in trouble. 

In the dog house as you humans say! 

After a telling off for eating her cake which was clearly the cake boxes fault for offering it to me.

A telling off for the rubbish being on the kitchen floor which was the bins doing really and the final telling off for destroying the sofa which in all fairness couldn't be helped as there was no other way to get the sweet, I decided I would let it go and forgive her for blaming me as I was so happy she was home. 

The day ended well and after dinner Tamster and I curled up on her bed together and I felt safe and loved and glad she would not be leaving me home alone for a while! 

Tammy L. Donoghue