Huntin'

"I" am a tired, grumpy, not happy Grammie this morning. G=girl's gerbils are out....yet again. They have a whole 4 bedroom house to romp and wander around. So, you can guess where they decided they simply had to spend the night, right?

Yes, my room. The one with furniture and scrap book items all along the wall, so there is no way to get them. One or the other will pop out in the middle of the room....but the moment I get up to catch it.....all you see is a puff or smoke as it hauls ass back under some furniture. I swear I hear little tiny gerbil laughter. <sigh>

I sleep on a pull out bed.....ahhhhhhh a wonderful playground for gerbils. I listen to them running around under it.....all night long.

HA! Insert one black pug named Lori Lou into the mixture. OMG! She would not let it go....she has been the great hunter.....all night long....on the bed, off the bed, on the bed, off the bed. Of course, she can't get anywhere near them either.....doesn't stop her from trying.

They slow down when it is light in the house. So far, they have eluded G=son1 and myself. I can picture Elmer Fudd....... shhhhhhhhh I'm huntin' gerbils...... hahahahahahaha :P