Jail Break

This morning the DN woke up rather slowly. We are still recovering from the big party/church weekend and, with Laura traveling, the half of the DN tending the fort and the pooches would be wiped out anyway just from picking up all the extra duties -- Laura does a lot, or maybe I should say A LOT, around here. Back to the story, as I passed slowly through dreamland toward consciousness, I wondered why Gertie was letting me sleep so peacefully and so late. You see, I did not get out of bed until 7:30. But on any other day if I am not freeing Gert from her bonds by 7 or 7:15 she starts yodeling. This morning, only silence. And any one who has had a pup knows that silence, particularly when you cannot see the pup, is bad, very bad. All of this did not cross my sleep-riddled mind though. Instead, I followed my normal routine. I brushed my teeth, woke up and petted Fido, and then I opened the bedroom door. And I was greeted by the scene in the pictures above.* There was Gertie patiently waiting for us. She had broken out and come up to join us in bed. I have no idea how long she was out, although I suspect it was not long. Gertie still gets scared if she is alone outside her house and cannot see another member of the DN for very long, even a solo trip to the second floor eventually ends in crying and/or yodeling until she is rescued.

Also, check out the right ear flop. This is Gert's latest thing. One ear, usually the right, is usually flopped forward like this. Her ears are getting much more expressive.

*Full disclosure, this is actually a picture taken from the landing on the steps as Gertie sits atop the steps watching me clean the puddle of whiz she left as a monument to her escapades. I didn't actually have the camera with me as I opened the door to let Fido out of the bedroom, but the story read so much better the way I wrote it.