Thursday, September 21, 2006
I like being cradled in a hammock. The boy and the girl said there aren't enough trees in the yard for us to put up a hammock, so I've been improvising since I was a puppy. I wait until the boy and the girl get cold on the couch. They grab a sheet or a blanket and cover up their legs before they put their feets on the coffee table. Then I crawl into the space between them and dangle in the sheet. I bet if I was as fat as Pipey I'd hit the ground a lot faster. At 27 lbs., I'm still small enough to be suspended in the air for a few minutes.