A couple of days ago, I was out relaxing on the driveway, enjoying the evening air. The peep was doin' stuff in the garden like she does. I wasn't really supervising her though. I was taking a break from supervising as it had been a long day. I thought I could leave her alone, to her own devices, for an hour or two. Boy was I wrong. Next thing I know, ol' peepers appears with a ball of string in one hand and scissors in the other. String? Scissors?? In the garden??? MOUSES!
She headed over to one of the trees in what I call my little woodland garden. Curious, I had to get up and see what she was up to. So did Seville. The two of us padded over.
The peep started hauling away at a honeysuckle vine. It was sprawling all over the ground 'cause it had nothing to climb. Of course, Seville was right in there, chasing the vine. I thought about doin' that myself but, like I said, it had been a long day and I was tired. Sure did look like fun, though, until ol' peepers complained to Seville that he should leave the honeysuckle alone. Seville gave her a look, turned tail and headed out of the garden. I think he was a little miffed, to be honest.
Next thing I know, the peep is playing with her ball of string, tossing it up into the air, flinging it about this way and that. What a sight! I laughed so hard my sides hurt. She tossed it once and then twice and then a third time. That last time seemed to do the trick. She seemed happy with that last toss. The previous two had produced a few mumbles and grumbles.
Then the peep tied one end of the string to the very bottom of the honeysuckle plant before cutting the string and tying its other end to the plant, too. Then she started tying the honeysuckle onto the string. That was when I realised what she was up to. She has done this before. She was tryin' to train the honeysuckle to grow up into the tree. Personally, I think she should just have sent it to obedience school although I must admit that watching her in the training process was pretty funny.
"Oh peepers... you do realise that Seville is gonna be in here playing with all that string, don't you?" She answered with some comment 'bout it bein' twine and not string. I say, if it looks looks like string and acts like string... it is string!
The show was over... or so I thought. Next thing I know, the peep heads over to another tree. This one much bigger and taller. Surely she wasn't thinking 'bout training a honeysuckle up that tree? How would she ever reach the bottom branch?
She started with her flinging of the string act, again. This time was even funnier than the first. She tossed it up and, apparently, there wasn't enough string. The string didn't get very far but the little reel to which it was attached left the string and flew to safety several feet away. Hmmm.. the peep said, just before she started searching around the ground lookin' for something. I thought about pointing out the string's reel's whereabouts but she actually seemed to be lookin' for something else. Eventually, she found a stick. Yeah, that's right, a stick. She tied the end of the string to the stick and started flinging that about. You should have seen her.
Fourth or fifth try, she got the string and the stick over the branch for which she had been aiming. Did I say over? Sorry, I meant on... stuck to... still up on it. The stick must have decided it didn't like being flung about 'cause it got itself stuck in the tree and wasn't coming down. I figured that was the end of the show but no... ol' peepers had another ball of string! So she started the string flinging about business once more. I had to lie down 'cause I was laughing so hard I thought I might trip over my tail or something if I remained standin' up. Let's just say, ol' peepers is not likely to be recruited as a baseball pitcher in the near future.
The string flinging went on for quite some time but, eventually, the peep had the string where she wanted it and a few other places, as well. I looked up at the tree. It looked like someone had gone crazy with the ol' crazy stringy thingy stuff. There was string EVERYWHERE! What a mess, I thought.
"It'll look nice when the vines grow up the twine and bloom," said the peep.
"Am I gonna live long enough to see that?" I asked.
"Yes, Nissy, you will," she answered
"Are you sure? 'Cause let me tell you, you're killing me with this little comedy routine of yours!"
Then, believe it or not, the peep headed over to another tree. One even taller than the last. There was no way she was gonna manage stringing this one up. I was gonna suggest she try using that stick to aid with the flinging of the string but then I realised that no, she couldn't do that. The stick was still stuck up in the other tree.
With her first fling, she overshot the intended branch and the ball of string flew over to some evergreen trees. It was over by the base of 'em. She went to retrieve it but her hair got stuck in the branches. Once unstuck, she attempted to retrieve the string again. This time she got the tree branches stuck up in her hair! Sure do hope she has some good shampoo on paw 'cause let me tell you, last time I got that tree sap stuck in my fur, I was pickin' it out of my teeth for days.
Eventually, ol' peepers had the string where she wanted it which, to me, appeared to be pretty much everywhere. I'm pretty sure neighbourhood peeps are gonna be walkin' past the house, staring at my peep's string. Yes, it's her string. I'm assuming no responsibility for any of the string. This is all the peep's doing. Like I said. I was on a supervisory break. Not my fault the peep is incapable of bein' unsupervised. Not my fault at all. I'm pretty sure she was born that way. MOUSES!