Today was a lovely sunny 24 degrees celcius and my Mum got home from work early. So she broke her "no white wine during the week" rule. I really don't get this rule, I think if it tastes nice you should have as much as you can get. But in my expert opinion it tastes like medicine, so I'd be avoiding the stuff, but I digress.
The front of my house faces west so my Mum and Dad took their bottle of wine out to sit on the front veranda in the sun. This is a very good thing because they shut the front gate and let Rastus and I out in the weeny little front garden to snuff around. It's really fun!!!
My Mum has always said I'm too smart for my own good and she forgot that I'm really good at opening gates. Due to all the rain we've had after a decade of drought, lots of wooden things are swelling, including the front gate. So Mum pushed it shut hard but while she was chatting and sipping a lovely sauvignon blanc from the Marlborough region of New Zealand (Mum says I'm to tell David and Kim that they should join her), I was busy behind the big rosemary bush checking out the gate.
It was most unfortunate that my Mum noticed me making a dash up the footpath. You see I figured out how to get my nose behind the gate and get it open and I know there are cats a couple of doors up and they need a good chasing to let them know that I am a sheep herding boss. But unfortunately I never made it to the cats. I think my Mum was faster off the mark than me. My Dad was still sitting on the outdoor bench wondering what happened and my Mum was already out the gate and after me.
Being the well mannered girl that I am (it was nothing to do with the fact that the cats had already disappeared) I came back when my Mum called me and before I realised it I was back in the titchy front yard with the gate firmly wedged shut.
So sad really, I think I missed out on a great adventure.
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