The little guy jumps up in the bed and sits down right smack in the middle amongst pillows and rumpled sheets. He turns his head and looks straight on in the huge mirror that sits atop a very large dresser. Grrr. His ears stand on edge and wiggle. Grrrrrrrr. He starts to shake, then turns his head away from the mirror and the scary image.
His little head swivels back facing the mirror. A little snarl slips across his lips. Grrrrrrrrrrrr. Woof. He begins to shake again. His face turns away. He looks up at me with those pitiful brown eyes saying - "Who is that fool trying to stake out my territory?"
His head spins back to the mirror his fur standing on edge with his ears making points to the ceiling. GGGGRRRRRRRR. YIP.
GGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. He stands up to get a better view of the culprit in the mirror. His ears twitch and his nose wiggles - trying to sniff out the unwanted guest staring back at him. Grrr. His tiny body trembles.
He plops his little body beneath the crumpled sheets and hides his face from the fright that is confronting him - face to face. A little grrr slips out. And his thoughts seem to say - "You can't catch me. I'm the gingerbread dog."
We are not the brightest crayon in the box.
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