Showing posts with label winter storm. Show all posts
Showing posts with label winter storm. Show all posts

Wednesday, 10 January 2024

and she's down

And she's down.


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I know, I know...  I know what you're thinkin'.  You're thinkin' that that ol' peep of mine - aka Peepers - was bein' a clumsy clutzy clutz, doin' somethin' she shouldn't be doin', and has gone and fallen down.


AGAIN.


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Now, I'm not sayin' she falls down a lot.  No, she actually doesn't fall down all that much.  But when she does, it's usually a doozy, for sure.


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But you see...


But you see, when Peepers does fall down, it's usually with good reason.


Okay, so maybe not GOOD reason.  What I'm tryin' to say is that she doesn't just lose her balance or somethin' and fall down.  Her balance is actually pretty good.  But sometimes...


Sometimes...


Sometimes she does things that are just. Plain. Ol'. STUPID.  And let me tell you somethin', my friends: doin' stupid stuff can easily make a peep fall down.


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Stupid stuff like racin' around in the garden past dusk, forgettin' there are plant pots scattered all around.   Now that's the kinda stupid stuff that can easily make a peep fall down.


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But let me get back to the topic at paw.  The thing is...


The thing is...


The thing is, when I said she was down, I wasn't actually talkin' about the peep.  No sirree, I wasn't talkin' about Peepers, at all.  In fact, I wasn't even talkin' about A peep, if you know what I mean.  I was talkin'...


I was talkin'...


I was talkin' about that ol' green bin, you see.


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Yup, it's stormy and rainy over here.  Mild...  Well mild for January in Canada, that is.  7C and pelting rain.


AND THE WIND!


Oh, the wind is blowin' and blowin'.  It's blowin' up a real storm, to be sure.  Why, that ol' wind is blowin' so hard...


So very hard...


That ol' wind is blowin' so hard, it went and blew the ol' green bin that was standin' at the end of the driveway - on account of it bein' garbage day, today - right down.  Knocked 'er of her wheels and everythin'.  The green bin is now lyin' on the ground.


Where's it's gonna stay for the near foreseeable future, the peep says.


'Til the weather quietens down.


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Good thing, too.  Good thing Peepers isn't all hell-bent on racin' down the driveway in this ol' storm, dodgin' raindrops and flyin' debris, just to stand that ol' green bin back up and wheel it back to the house, 'cause...


'CAUSE THAT'S THE KINDA STUPID STUFF THAT MAKES A PEEP GO AND FALL DOWN.


Hear that, Peepers?


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And remember:

IF IN DOUBT,

DON'T. GO. OUT.

Continue to practice SOCIAL DISTANCIN' measures

AND KEEP WASHIN' YOUR PAWS.

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Remember to mask up, too.