I wonder why I’m down here and my family are all upstairs? It’s dark out. And usually that means that we all go upstairs to sleep. And the gate at the bottom of the steps is closed so I can’t go up there now.
Maybe they left me down here because they think I’m old enough now to be a guard dog. They probably want me to make sure no one gets in the house while they’re sleeping. Well, I can do that! I may be little, but I can bark really loud, so I can warn them if there is any danger.
But since it’s dark and nothing seems amiss, I’ll just jump up here on the sofa and wait for morning. Ohhh, no wonder they don’t want me to lay up here. They don’t want me to know how comfortable it is or I will want to be up here all the time! It’s so nice and comfy and warm. And being so comfortable makes me sleepy … but I need to stay awake and on guard … but it’s so quiet and I’m so comfortable … it can’t hurt if I close my eyes for just a minute …
Zzzzzzzzz. Huh? What was that! What’s that sound? The sound is coming from under the sofa!! I’ll just peek over the edge and see if I can see anything.
There’s a green glow coming from under there, and I hear something moving around!! Oh no! I’ve got to protect my family from the monster under the sofa!
I should bark and warn my family, but I’m so scared when I try to bark it just comes out a croak. I know, I’ll jump down and run around really fast and see if it follows me. Here it comes!! Here it comes!
Phew. I’m exhausted. But I’m kind of proud of myself too. That diversion I created worked like a charm. It distracted the monster and it must have forgotten about chasing me. And now I think it’s gone.
This is one of those times I wish I could talk so that I could tell my family all about how I saved them from that monster last night. Now, they’ll never know.
She woke up with a start. When she looked at the clock it was time to get up. But she immediately got a faint whiff of something smelly so she knew her first order of business was going to be changing a poopy diaper. But when she checked on both the boys, it wasn’t either of them. Then she walked past the top of the steps and realized that the smell was stronger and was coming from downstairs. Oh oh. Where was Squiggy? There he was, sitting at the bottom of the steps, looking up at her through the gate. They had forgotten to bring him upstairs with them last night. He must have done his business somewhere downstairs. Well, the nice thing about having a little dog is that there shouldn’t be too much of a mess to clean up.
But when she got to the bottom of the steps, not only was there a strong smell, but there was a brown film all over the carpet. What was that? She called up to her husband to wake up and come down here right now! There was something terribly wrong.
A few months earlier:
“You are going to love this. It is totally automatic and is called an Auto-Vacuum. You set its timer for sometime during the night when it can do the sweeping without getting in your way. Then at that time, it comes out from under whatever piece of furniture you have stored it under, does all the sweeping, and when it is done it shuts itself off. You will never have to worry about sweeping your floors again — the Auto-Vacuum will do it for you.”
At 2 a.m. Auto-Vacuum “wakes up” and comes out from under the sofa to do the sweeping.
Little doggy has never seen this “monster” before so gets scared, poops and then runs and hides.
Auto-Vacuum, in the process of sweeping, spreads the poop in a thin layer all over the house.
Every inch of floor in the downstairs had to be professionally cleaned. Besides dust boards, legs of furniture, etc. all had to be washed. And, of course, Auto-Vacuum had to be cleaned … with a toothbrush and Q-tips.
After much expensive, time-consuming cleaning the house is clean again. And one thing is for sure — they will never forget to take Squiggy upstairs with them again.
Based on a true event in the life of a friend’s son and his family.