Meezer Rule Wednesday

So, my last lizard hunting adventure in our mountain house back yard wasn't nearly as nice as all the others. When I walked out, it felt like a gust of air kept trying to attack me. It made my fur lay down funny and it felt strange. I tried to out run it, but that didn't work. Then I tried to dig a hole in the sand and hide in it, but that didn't work either. Mom laughed, and told me I was silly that it was just wind. WIND? It felt like something was attacking me! Then I tried to hide under a rabbit brush where the lizards hide. That helped. I went over to my favorite fence and tried to do my patrols up and down it. The fence helped. But finally, I had had enough. I ran over to where Mom was sitting in front of the slidy glass door and demanded to be let in. Then I ran over to the front door. I thought maybe that wind wouldn't be out front. But Mom wouldn't let me test that theory. Humpf.

Our ride home was a little more eventful. First, I could see we were getting ready to leave, and didn't want to, so hid under the bed. But I neglected to get all the way into the middle, so Mom was able to knab me. Then, Kavan yaked up in his PTU (Pet Transporter Unit) about half way home. In his defense, he had cried to Mom and Dad that he wasn't feeling too good, but yet again, they didn't listen. Once Kavan got cleaned up, we got to walk around in the big trees. When it was time to go, I begged not to be put back in the PTU. I promised I would be good. Mom and Dad felt sorry for us, and let us sit in the back seat. We were both very, very good. Kavan and I would trade periodically sitting on the kitty pad between Mom and Dad, sitting in Mom's lap, or being in the back seat. We hardly made a peep, as I told Kavan if we did, it was back into the PTU. Mom and Dad were very proud of us.

Meezer Rule: You can't outrun the wind. You might as well stand and face it. Spitting in it is fun if its in the direction of your brother.