Thursday, July 02, 2009
Okay, so you know how I promised yesterday's blog would be my last pointless post for a little while? I kinda lied. I'm bored, and quite impressed at the moment. Sue me.
MY DOG JUST SAVED MY LIFE. Alright, that might be an exaggeration, but he got a cookie and copious hugs anyway.
Alright, so I was upstairs messing around on the internet and contemplating my ever-elusive bedtime. The SO was already fast asleep, and I'd gotten into my pajamas in an attempt to follow him. Suddenly, Thor starts barking his tiny head off, staring down the stairs. He occasionally has a tendency to get noisy at inopportune times, so I told him to shut up and gave him a spot near me to sit. That usually calms him down.
This time, it didn't work. No matter what, he wouldn't relax, and kept going out into the hallway to stare downstairs, whining and barking. Finally, I followed him downstairs, somewhat convinced that a serial killer was hiding in my living room, ready to hide my various bits and pieces in his freezer, a fate from which even the most loyal of Corgis would be unable to save me.
I followed him into the kitchen, where I could smell something burning. He parked himself in front of the oven and, sure enough, I'd left the damn thing on broil for over an hour. I had to turn on the fan for half an hour before the smoke-smell was gone.