Monday, December 20, 2010

Uh-oh, Gypsy Kitty! Uh-oh!

Bad Whippy! Bad!

It is NEVER a good thing when you realize that your dog has figured out how to open doors.

And, yes. I mean that literally. I don't want anyone to be confused into thinking that Gypsy is opening doors in the professional or financial sense. No, no. She is opening doors in my house. With her paws. Which is a giant no-no. Because, really? How do you contain a dog that has managed to solve the riddle of the doorknob? Next she'll be asking for the car keys. Or taking herself for walks.

It is a slippery slope, my friends. A slippery slope...

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

What's the evidence??? She is being accused with NO Evidence to support the accusation...
Gypsy needs a lawyer...were her paw prints on the door knob?? I bet NOT! Did anyone actually SEE her open a door?? And did anyone actually find CAR KEYS in her pocket?? She has a case for SLANDER, I say...
GP

Anonymous said...

...How could anyone find this dog guilty...of anything...she is a victim, I say...just look at that face! GP

Deals On Wheels said...

Haha! Sadly, your eldest granddog left plenty of evidence. First there is the open bedroom door, which we always keep closed during the day. It has been mysteriously ajar almost every afternoon/evening for the last week when Trevor and/or I returned home.

Second, there is the fact that we only keep the defendant in the hallway behind a doggie gate. Haskell sleeps away the day on his dog bed in the living room, and Alley spends 100% of her time squirrel hunting in the dog run. This means that Gypsy is the only canine in the household with access to the bedroom door in question.

Finally, and possibly the most damning evidence, are the SCRATCHES on the bedroom door directly below the knob. I am positive that if we dusted the area for paw prints we'd be able to convict Miss Kitty beyond a reasonable doubt.

That bitch is going down! ;P

JLR said...

Oh noes!

Maybe she is trying to break free so that she can come live with us. Or at least visit.

Deals On Wheels said...

Maybe she can come and live with you two for the holidays. GK and I aren't on speaking terms at the moment. Last month she ate my door when the fence was being stained and now she is scratching my doors with her nanny-nanny-boo-boo attitude towards staying confined in the hallway.

Tomorrow she is going to be a DOG and spend the day in the dog run with Alley.

JLR said...

Oh, poor GK! Can't say I blame you, though. There are many days when Wally would become an outside cat if I didn't know that he'd get eaten by a possum.