The Ramp
the Jeep. It tried to come open on its own and pinched my fingers. I sat it down, practically dancing in pain. Then I tied to open it. Both bolts slide down at the wrong time. Chelsea was tired of waiting and tried to jump out of the Jeep on her own.
“No! You STAY!”
She glared at me in disgust.
I turned back to the ramp with determination. That confounded piece of plastic wasn’t going to get the best of me. By this time, my uncle and several of his neighbors had come out onto their porches to enjoy the show.
Determined to save face, I got the bolts back in place and opened the ramp, nearly mashing a finger, again. I practically threw the ramp against the back of the Jeep and told Chelsea to walk down it. She cast me a scathing, embarrassed glare and slowly eased down the ramp.
When she was halfway down, it happened. The ramp slipped. It didn’t fall, it just kind of wiggled. But it was enough to confirm Chelsea’s suspicions that the ramp secretly wanted her dead. She bolted and did not stop running until she was on the porch. There she turned to look warily over her shoulder, making sure the ramp wasn’t following her, I imagine.
I was left outside to take care of the ramp, with only myself to blame. I should have made sure the ramp was secure against the Jeep before commanding Chelsea to get on it. Now she would really put up a fight if I tried to get her on it, again. Sighing, I loaded up the ramp and went inside to get down to work.
While I was working, Chelsea could not keep still. Her nose worked nonstop as she explored every room in this unfamiliar dwelling. Outside, she left no blade of grass unsniffed and no bush unchristened (she might be a girl, but she can lift her leg pretty darn high). Occasionally, she would stop by the computer to give me a friendly sniff, her eyes wide and bright. She was having a ball.
One of my uncle’s friends dropped by with his family. Chelsea happily took over the job of gracious hostess. She even found his daughter full-time employment as a nub-rubber.
Oddly enough, as the night wore own, that stiff leg that had plagued her for days seemed less and less noticeable. Over supper, she put on an absolutely
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