The Ramp
absolutely shameful display of begging. You would have thought she was only ten months old instead of ten years. She sang and proceeded to slap everyone’s legs with her own paw, trying to get their attention. I haven’t seen such an exuberant display from her in years.
After supper, I returned to my nemesis (a surly Pentium 166 that is seeking revenge for being given away by driving me to insanity). My uncle and twelve-year-old cousin Matt flopped down onto the fold out couch in the living room and popped “O Brother Where Art Thou” into the VCR.
Chelsea, never one to be left out, followed us into the living room and stared in amazement with the fold out couch. She loves to sleep on beds. Unfortunately, the beds in my house are so high that she can’t get on them by herself anymore. For her own protection, she’s barred from sleeping on the beds at my house except on special occasions.
But here in this new house there was a bed so low to the ground that even the stiffest old Rottie would have no trouble climbing onto. Within seconds, she was on the bed between my uncle and cousin, watching the movie with them. She seemed to enjoy the movie, but her favorite part was the very end of the tape, when the screen was nothing but static. She did some major head cocking at the sounds coming from the television.
Finally, we were ready to head home. I went outside and fumbled around with that blasted ramp again, determined to get the hang of the thing. This time, I set it up against the front passenger seat instead of the cargo area. To my surprise, Chelsea didn’t panic. She just gave the ramp a disdainful look then marched up into the Jeep. Once again, though, she refused to climb into the backseat, where her seatbelt was. Instead she propped herself regally up in the front passenger seat and refused to budge.
I was too tired to argue, so I climbed in and drove home very slowly. Luckily we don’t live far away.
At home, I managed to get the ramp ready in record time and propped it against the seat. Without a balk or even the slightest look back, Chelsea trotted down the ramp as if she’d done it all of her life. Her limp was nearly gone as she trotted up the
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