Silly Scrubby

My parents bought a gate for their stairs. While the boys have been respecting the stairs and, for the most part, not trying to climb them, having the gate on the bottom makes everyone feel better. It's also good practice for us since we are pretty sure our house in Turkey will have stairs. We don't have a gate for the top of the stairs right now. Not sure what we are going to do about the bed-climbing-out-of-while-in-a-room-at-the-top-of-the-stairs-thingy. We are working on a game plan for that.

Anyways, new gate. Good practice for our new house which is supposed to have stairs.

It better. Isaac keeps talking about the stairs at his "new house" in "Turdey." I think Grama K. told him about that. He's way excited about it.

Daddy and Mommy? Not quite as excited. They are tile stairs!

Alright. Digression. Sorry.

The gate my parents bought came in a flat box with a big picture of a Chow on one side of it. After the gate was installed, my father slid the box in between Scrubs' kennel and the wall.

The picture of the chow was facing into Scrubs' kennel.

Shortly after the gate installation, our family of four headed to the Kits' house for a wonderful Fourth of July spread. JB's mom always does such a nice job making the house feel festive. And, as always, her food is fantastic. She truly has the gift of hospitality and making people feel welcome.

But back to the Chow.

Keith calls me while we are the Kits' house. Apparently Scrubs is acting very strange. He's in his kennel grumbling and barking and whining. He hasn't been completely himself the last week or so. Hasn't been eating regularly and has just seemed a bit out-of-sorts. But that seems expected given our circumstances.

Keith's call concerns me. It concerns JB. Even with his recent change in eating habits, this doesn't sound like our Scrubby at all.

JB and I decide to finish eating and head back to the house to check on our pup. But before we load up, Keith calls back. They have figured out the problem.

It was the Chow.

Apparently Scrubs was concerned by the big dog on the box glaring in at him through the grating on his kennel. Not sure if he was feeling threatened or protective or just wanted to play but as soon as they removed the box, he went right back to his normal Scrubola self.

As Isaac would say: "Siwwy Bubby." (Translation: Silly Scrubby.)