It was a good thing for me these new peeps were patient. I think I would have booted me out after the first few days. Maybe it helped that I showed them my fun side. The female peep tossed my squeaky frog back and forth for me. She liked to watch me bounce and run to retrieve it.
And there was something my male peep enjoyed doing on weekends. He liked to get up, have breakfast, and then go back upstairs. One morning I heard:
MALE PEEP: “Charlie Bear, come up here.”
Music to my ears. I bounded up the staircase and ran into the bedroom. There was a lump under the covers. I jumped up on the bed, pounced on the lump, and discovered it was my male peep. Joy and happiness!
MALE PEEP: “Come over here you little monkey.”
I weaved and bobbed and jumped on top of him. It made him laugh, a sound I liked, so I did it some more. After a while, I heard:
MALE PEEP: “Okay, Charlie, settle down and let’s go to sleep.”
Was he kidding? I was energized, wired, wound up tight like a tape measure in its case. There was no sleeping for me. And all that excitement made me want to relieve myself. So I did. Right there on the comforter on the bed.
* * *
NOTE: If you want to catch up with what happened in LBA (Life Before Adoption), you can look under “Charlie Chat” on the right. All the posts are there, and these new ones about LAA (Life After Adoption) will be there too. Watch for more of Something to Chew On by me, Charlie Bear, in the weeks ahead.
Thanks for stopping by. We love your comments, so feel free to make some. Woof!