I have discovered a fondness for balloons. Who knew. As my birthday is fast approaching my grand daughter decided to send me some balloons. Knock on the door Royal Mail with a very large cardboard box on the floor at her feet. I asked if she could bring it into my small hall which she kindly did and then she left. What to do. I wasn’t sure if it was heavy but I went in for the kill and it was light so no problem there. Pushed it into the lounge and stared at it for a while. I decided to open it later which I did. I managed to put them around the place and forgot about them. They do dance around and look very pretty and you could hardly miss the message Happy Birthday.
The dog returned home didn’t notice anything amiss and we went to bed.
Next morning however it was a different question. As we came down the stairs on the chair lift he suddenly noticed the strange hanging things and he wouldn’t move. What should I do. I yelled and finally he got the message and came all the way down and then shot back to bed.
I prepared his breakfast and he finally decided that food was better than being a scared baby.
I was concerned being stuck in the chair couldn’t think what I could do if he didn’t find some courage but all ended well thank goodness.