Where is Chippy?

This is Bushy. I am writing this week’s blog post. I got a frantic call last night from Chippy’s blog editor. Chippy missed his submission deadline and wasn’t answering his cell phone. The editor asked if I would write the blog post instead. I told her no problem. I decided to try and find Chippy. I checked his burrow and he wasn’t home. I searched around the woodpile and looking in all his favorite hiding spots. No sign of him. I checked the local watering hole, the Blackbird Tavern and none of his friends have seen him. I checked all the bird feeders he likes to raid for sunflower seeds and they were still full of seeds. Our feathered friends were happy about that. Where could Chippy have gone? I finally realized there was one place I hadn’t checked. The last place I would expect to find Chippy. So, I grabbed the camera and set out for the “Dog House.” I quietly setup the camera, and had my paw on the shutter button, and gave a loud shout out for Chippy. Out he came, and I snapped a photo. Boy was it a “priceless” moment! See for yourself.

The dog house has no TV, internet or phone service. Chippy was none too happy about it. Although he did bring plenty of snacks to get him through the duration of his confinement. I am always joking with Chippy that his stunts and pranks would land him in the dog house someday. Hard to believe it caught up with him. Judge Crankshaft sentenced him to forty-eight hours in the dog-house for his paparazzi photos of the Phoebe family.

I have to sign off. I want to show everyone at the woodpile this photo!