I suppose it is my own fault. I mean if I didn't keep changing my mind before heading downstairs, Pappy wouldn't constantly be checking to make sure I am following him. Trouble is he gets ahead of me and looks back every fourth step all the way down. Normally he's an avoidable obstacle, but one of these days he's going to send me ass over teakettle when I am carrying the laundry basket. An eternal optimist, he's always persuaded we're headed outside to play fetch.
3 years ago