Now that I’ve taken a tumble from my little sofa in front of Our big bed a while ago – I jump up on it and take another big jump into the big bed to sleep for the night – and ripped part of my toenail off the other day, I’m not doing very much jumping these days. I don’t even think I told y’all about my tumble off the sofa. Ever since I fell off of it, I won’t jump down. I just sit there and wait for a peep to come get me down. It’s awful. I was getting over it, when the toenail thing happened.
Heck, I’m even a skeerdycat when it comes to ordinary stairs sometimes. Going down, not up. Mostly.
Do you think it’s because I’m getting older? What’s going to happen to me? Will I ever jump on and off of my little sofa? I should tell you that I have no trouble jumping up on my other sofa. The one from where the peeps and I watch TV at night. But I’m not jumping off of that one when it’s time to go to bed. A peep has to carry me.
Will I ever get over these recent calamities?
One last, but very important, thing. Speaking of skeerdycats, I’d like to recognize our veterans today. Because it’s Veteran’s Day and Remembrance Day elsewhere. What would we do without our brave men and women? And canines? Thank you to each and every one of them.
I’ll be they go up and down stairs. Without giving it a second thought.
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