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Jan

Maizie’s Musings: Short People…

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Short people came to my domicile a few days ago, along with a whole lot of big people. The short people are a lot more fun–they like to run around like I do and they think that my retrieval skills are da bomb. Since my frisbee collection is my proudest possession (We’ll discuss temporary possessions later.), I am overjoyed when a people picks one up and heads for my favorite domicile door. That means I get to chase one of them!

And I love to chase frisbees. They fly through the air much like the winged invaders in my back yard, but do not have wings, do not eat vats of bird seed in one perching, and do not poop on my people’s porch chairs. This seems to be a very important attribute about frisbees for the mom person–she’s not wild about winged poop on the chairs.

Frisbees do have some deficits from the winged invaders. The winged invaders can fly back and forth, while the frisbees seem to incessantly lose altitude and fall to the ground. I must save them from certain death before they hit the ground! They also have to be launched by one of the people. Their mom frisbees must not have taught them very much about flying.

Sometimes I have to jump into the air to catch them before they fall victim to the other inhabitants in my yard (That and those sharp, pointy ball things that pretend to be grass). The mom person gets particularly excited when I do this. I don’t know why. She’s just weird.

The biggest problem with the frisbees is that they have no navigational skill whatsoever. They are very uncooperative that way. Talk about inconsiderate! Sometimes I have to run back to them after I have raced out to the middle of the yard to save them. You would think they would be more grateful since I’m saving them.

Because they have no navigational skill (They could benefit from GPS.), they often do wind up on the ground. When I pick them up after this horrible tragedy, they are often bruised and may even have holes in them! The mom person says it’s because my teeth are so sharp, but I try to pick them up carefully, so it can’t possibly be me. The frisbees just need to be more careful!

Sometimes the frisbees pretend to be winged invaders and fly into trees. Silly frisbees! But, that’s actually a little easier for me to catch and bring to my mom and dad person for protection from the other inhabitants in my yard. I’m not sure how the frisbees fly since I have to get a head start on them and run to where they usually have trouble flying.

I have noticed one correlation–when bigger people with deeper voices are launching the frisbees, the frisbees fly farther.  I must investigate this phenomenon more thoroughly.

Thus, the short people who visited my domicile a few days ago made the frisbees fall a lot faster. This meant I had a really tough assignment trying to keep them from hitting the ground.

All I know is that after I finished saving all the doomed frisbees, the short people sat on the cool tile floor indoors with me afterwards and petted my head. I really like that! My fur says that they went to their own domiciles way too soon. I hope they come back again, for the fur’s sake. Maybe I’ll even let them have one of my bones.

Monday’s Post: Why is Brobdingnagian capitalized?

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