A blog post by Josiah, the wrangling Yorkie
We have a large, green monster that lives in our closet. All week, it sits there quietly. But every Saturday, the monster makes a run for our laundry room.
When I go into the closet during the week, I inspect the monster to be sure it stays in its place. No response.
I think, Okay, maybe it finally knows its place. Maybe it’ll stay put.
But Saturday comes along, and there it goes.
As soon as I hear it stirring, I run to the closet, determined to stop it. But it follows Miss Janet out the door. It even grabs hold of her!
I snarl and snap. I try to get it to stop. I bark in my strongest voice. I tell it to get back in that closet and stay put.
But it keeps rumbling across the floor. All the way to the laundry room.
And that’s where it stops.
I watch as Miss Janet grabs her clothes out of the belly of the monster. Can you believe it tries to eat all her clothes? I do sometimes try to chew on a pant leg or a sock, but come on, all the clothes? How greedy!
Thankfully, Miss Janet gets all her clothes back from its belly. I take credit for that. It’s because I have threatened and subdued that monster. It has no choice but to give up those clothes.
Miss Janet puts all her clothes in the washer. She has to! They’ve been in the belly of a monster. She must clean them.
Then the monster, defeated, starts its journey back to the closet. I walk right alongside, barking and nipping, making sure it doesn’t get any ideas about staying in the living room.
I tell it to get back to the closet and stop eating Miss Janet’s clothes.
I help Miss Janet wrangle the monster through the closet door. Then I give it a stern talking to, telling it to behave and stay put. I circle and sniff the monster to make sure it’s not preparing to run for the living room again.
But the monster settles in its place and goes quiet. I give it a final yip and my most threatening look.
Sigh. What an eventful Saturday morning. I always hope it won’t happen again, but that monster makes a run for it every single weekend.
And while it might make it to the laundry room each time, it doesn’t get any farther. It’s forced to give up those clothes and return to the closet. I make sure of that. I’m onto it!
I’ll see you next Saturday, you sneaky closet monster.
Sniffs and yips,
Josiah
The Inquisitive Yorkie 