12 hours ago
Monday, December 29, 2008
I was nearly asleep when Joe crashed into the bedroom door. Normally he is a well behaved and quiet dog, particularly at night when we all settle down. I shooed him out and Warren said we had a Chipmunk in the house...streaking to the pantry, climbing clothes to the top shelf in the closet, down the hall and back again so fast Joe had trouble keeping up with him. Just then I heard a slight noise under the sewing machine in the bedroom. I yelled for Joe who tore in the bedroom and froze on the corner from where I heard the rustle. He stood like a pointer, barely breathing. Warren had opened the door in the living room. Joe routed him out and like a tiny rocket the chipmunk scooted down the hall and out the door. Don't ask. I haven't a clue.