STAIRWAy TO HEAVEN.
So when Mrs. Stillman went upstairs to get a doll for the little girl I was faced with a terrible dilemma. Stay down with the monster boy or brave the zillion trillion steps up to Mrs. Stillman. I looked at the boy. I looked up the steps. I looked at the boy…He smiled! Uh oh! I knew that meant trouble!!
By the way Mrs. Stillman told me she is not Mrs. Stillman. She said she is not married and that her name is Ms. Stillman. But I don’t know how to spell Ms, so I’m gonna have to keep calling her Mrs. Stillman. Ha ha.
Who sez you can’t teech an old dog new trix?
We have two floors here. A downstairs and an upstairs. Mrs. Stillman always carries me upstairs cause I can’t go up there myself.
But today we had company a nice lady and 2 children. A little girl and a three-year-old boy monster. I was scared!
So unlike President Obama, I took the less gutsy choice. Up I went!!
I stepped . I stopped. I looked. I stepped. I stopped ...I stepped
until finally, I Made it!!
I got all the way up to Mrs. Stillman on my own!
That’s when I found out there is an actual floor up there too. I wondered what Mrs. Stillman was walking on when she was carrying me up there.
Well, anyway, now when people ask me why I climbed the steps I can say:
“Because they were there!”
By the way Mrs. Stillman told me she is not Mrs. Stillman. She said she is not married and that her name is Ms. Stillman. But I don’t know how to spell Ms, so I’m gonna have to keep calling her Mrs. Stillman. Ha ha.
Oh and one more tiny thing. Mrs. Stillman bought that house for me the other day.
I tried it out.
It is nice.
1 comment:
You are so brave, Libby. And your self portrait with stairs is another dogsterpiece.
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