Or the day I had near-death experience #451.
My Papa (ahem, my Mama was in Miami visiting my cousins but that is a woeful story for another day) took me out for my walk post-breakfast so I could take care of "business." And it was stinky business, let me tell you. Anyways, everything went routine in that department, and my Papa scooped it and walked me back to the elevators.
And this is where it all went downhill. Almost literally.
We get in the elevator, Papa pushes the button, we start to rise and then . . . a sudden jerk!
We come to a complete stand-still between floor 11 and 12. With my puppy heart beating wildly, I look at my Papa but he looks unruffled. He takes out an electronic gadget, hits some buttons and puts it next to his ear. Little did he know that with my superior canine senses, I knew we were in real danger.
Together we sit on the floor and he rubs my belly, which was nice but then I hear noises. People were trying to break into the elevator!
We're going to fall!!! MAYDAY MAYDAY!
Meanwhile, Papa is petting me, saying, "It's going to be okay, little Merlot."
And then! AND THEN! We started moving again! UPWARDS!
And we survived.
But it was very close there for a couple of minutes.
I know you are relieved that Merlot lived to tell the tale. You don't know how happy I am too.