Diabolical Blueberries

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 As Logged By:

 Agent Chase

With 

The Puppy

 

The heat has my diaper sweating

Worse than a terrible bed wetting

Mommy's determined to go blueberry picking

Regardless of my screaming and kicking.

 

What, the Puppy is here, too?!

With the entire canine crew.

I can still be diabolical today

I'll get these dogs dancing better than on Broadway. 

 

"WWWAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
 
"We're going, Chase," Mommy declares.  "And that's final!"
 
She grabs my jumper and heaves it on in one swoop.  I glare up at her, threatening another wail.
 
"What do you have against picking blueberries, Chase?  Hmm?"
 
Have you been outside, Mommy?  It's warm enough to melt my diaper.  I've sweated through this one enough to keep Noah's Ark afloat.  
 
I think about wailing again, I really do.  Anything to stop Mommy's plans.  
 
However, I wait. 
 
I wait until she's gotten everything together, until the car is packed, the sandwiches bagged, and the keys in her hand.
 
"Time to go..."
 
SWACK!
 
I throw my foot up and pop Mommy on the chin.  She grits her teeth and sets her glare.
 
"We're going."
 
SWACK!
 
Drat!  I missed.
 
Mommy was ready and dodged my well aimed blow.  She's watching, now, and swings left and right whenever I kick.  I miss and miss, I can't get a single strike in.
 
"We're going," Mommy declares victory as she locks me in my car seat. 
 
This isn't over, Mommy.  Don't forget, I'm a diabolical mastermind. 
 
 "Hello!"  One of the moms squeals at sight of us.
 
"We made it!"  Mommy squeals right back in some, crazy sing-songy voice.  "Is everyone else here?"
 
"Yep, we were just waiting on you."
 
Mommy throws a look my way before setting me down.  And who does she set me down next to?  
 
THE PUPPY!
 
But...  But... BUT!!!!!
 
Not just the Puppy.  Tootles is here, too.
 
So, that little one was friends with the Puppy all along.  Scheming together and plotting my allergy problem.  That explains it all.  I should have known.
 
Without thinking about it, I pop a blueberry in my mouth.  Another one falls on the blanket and Tootles laps it up.
 
"Aww," a mom notices.  "The babies are enjoying the blueberries with the doggies."
 
Dogs.  Like.  Blueberries?
 
I squeeze my lips together to keep from showing my smirk.  I glance over to one side, I glance to the other.  I pick up a blueberry and glance over at Tootles.
 
The little pup has his eyes square on the blueberry in my hand.  I lift my hand up, he lifts his head.  I give a little toss...
 
And he hops to catch the blueberry treat.
 
I giggle and laugh, then I notice that it isn't just Tootles.  Dear, oh dear.  It seems the Puppy is interested in the blueberries, too.
 
This time I swing as hard as I can.  The Puppy leaps and takes off in a sprint.  
 
"What!?"  A mom yells just before she's knocked over.  
 
As quick as I can, I toss another blueberry.  This time for Tootles to race off in a quest to catch it.
 
"Oh, no!"  Another mom screeches.  Tootles zooms between her feet and she instantly goes down.
 
"Chase!"
 
Ha!  A diabolical success!
 
Time to grab another blueberry.
 
 
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