Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what? A scary thing happened!
It started out with Poppa being nice. A stray dog was hanging around. He was really quiet and was almost starved. So Poppa felt sorry for him and Momma went out and bought some food and Poppa fed him. And he came to our back porch.
So then he thought it was HIS house, and he thought Poppa was HIS hooman. He barked and growled at Momma, and he tore three window screens off, trying to get in the house!
Chickie was scared, but I wasn’t.
Chickie: O, is dis your reggalar tail, den?
That is all spelled all wrong, and I am not gonna fix it.
Okay, I was scared, too. But he was barky! And growly! And claw-at-the-screeny!
Then, two days after Poppa started feeding him, they were out walking and our #1 Hooman Sister came out of her house and the dog ran through the woods and bit her! He bit her arm so bad, she had to go get five stitches! Just because he didn’t want anybody out in the same world as Poppa!
So Momma and Poppa called the Animal Control to come and control him. He got up in the playhouse Poppa built for #4 Hooman Sister when she was just a kitten, or whatever hoomans are when they’re little.
But Poppa went in and told him to come down, and he did, and the Animal Control hoomans took him away. They said he was young and good-looking, and somebody was sure to adopt him. I hope they can teach him not to tear up the house and bite all the people except one.
Chickie and I slept all day, the next day.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Did you ever have a scary time like that?