I Can Fly!

The FM says that's the only explanation, since I did it again!  Without disturbing a single thing, I managed to get around the barrier and half way up the stairs before she heard my footsteps.  Boo, hiss.  I thought I was totally silent, but a wayward sneeze betrayed me.  Even with some new and complicated adjustments, I was still able to circumvent the barricade and try to get upstairs.  When questioned, I said it was my little angel wings - I fluttered them and they lifted me right up the stairs.  The FM said something about horns, and tails and pitchforks, and being red and all - I'm not sure she believed me.....

Since I'm feeling better, I'm trying really hard to prove that I'm 100% and ready to go to my new home.  She thinks I still need some time to recover, plus I need my eyes done yet, but in the spirit of convincing her to move things along, I decided to try one of Magoo's tricks.  He left detailed instructions about his infamous circle dance and rodeo bull imitation.   I whipped myself into an absolute frenzy in my field this afternoon, twirling and whirling and scooting around as low to the ground as I could go.  I got going so fast that I couldn't steer very well and I (gulp) crashed into the FM and knocked her over, and then I trampled her.  In the mud.  It was ugly.  I'm still alive - so I won't ever speak of it again.   Nor will I try any new dance moves until the ground dries out.

Tank - I'm thinking now might be a good time to "get outta Dodge" before I'm strangled, so if you can get your mitts on the Harley, I'm ready!   By the way, the FD pointed out that OF COURSE you'd be the one to drive - you can see well!  Just don't forget that I'm tall, so if you need a hand with any of the controls, I can help!

And THANKS to everyone who has left a comment for me on my blog.   I love to get comments - it just makes my day.  I hope soon there will be a comment that somebody wants me to come and live with them.  I'm such a good boy, no accidents (and I go to the door if I need to go out), I'm neat, not destructive, and not a counter surfer.  My ears are all healed, my fur is growing in all shiny and red, and the only thing I need now is a family to call my own.  And a motorcycle jacket (I have the doggles already). 

Sweet dreams,
Magee