Don’t fence me in

Can’t keep me down for long. You can put up all the barricades you want, confine me, make me sit, demean me, belittle me, remind me that I’m small, but once I know how to get around I’m not going to be held back.

Cardboard barriers don’t work any more – I’m a big boy now, and I just plough through them. Set the lid of that box at the top of the stairs? I’ll just push it over. Put me on a chain? Well, actually that one still works quite well, but if I want to see the basement, by gosh and by golly, that’s what I’m going to do.

I like carpet. It feels better under my feet than the other stuff does. It tickles, and when I run on it I start laughing – a lot – so why on earth would I stay on the ceramic tile if so much carpet beckons?

I’m earning my freedom. I know I go a little bit nuts from time to time, but I’m okay with that. I mean, if I was always perfect, how on earth would they know when I’m being a good boy?




About James McDonall

I believe in laughing, especially at yourself, and as often possible. I believe in "live and let live". I believe that communication is the foundation of all our solutions. I believe that listening is more important than speaking, and that speaking should serve the cause of listening. If you like my writing, I'm available for hire. Please send me an Email to discuss your project. View all posts by James McDonall

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