IRON PIG
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Yo Dumpy! You'll NEVER believe this:
There
I was, doing a whoop-dee-do around the easy chair and clang! Smacked right into
this metal monster. Well, didn't I pick up my trotters and make a mad dash for
the great outdoors, hollering my cute little lungs out? You bet I did, and that
silly dog, Dax got the wind up and came running and barking after me. I was
gasping and wheezing and generally screechless and I had to pause by the bird
feeder to collect myself.
After
I got my mohawk under control I took a deep breath and cautiously approached
the piggy door to see what had taken over the office. There was Maggie, standing
by the monster... scared me into next week to see her so close to it! Maggie
kept telling me, "It's OK, it's just the ironing board." So big deal,
like that made me feel any better! She had to come over and tell me that Bob
said, "If you're going to spend all day out there with Binki you better
take the ironing with you... besides, it's YOUR turn!" Maggie explained
they get this hot thing and they run it all over those lovely fresh clothes
and take all the wrinkles out of them. Go figure! I told her that was a stupid
waste of time, when she could be giving me the attention I deserve... popcorn,
apple, brush. I had to make another trip to the feeder to console myself. She
got really oinked with me when I used my muddy snout to put the wrinkles back
in those warm, clean shirts. I tell ya Dumpster, it's a hard life having these
humans for pets... sometimes I have to have some food therapy to get over the
worst of what they do!
hawgs and snooters,
Binki
all Binki stories are ©Margaret Timms