This morning as I peacefully slumbered, probably with my mouth open, drooling and snoring, I heard the sound of slappy duck feet go running by my bed.
I opened one eye and there was Fleur standing by my bed quietly quackquackquacking at me and flapping her big wings. Obviously, she found a way around the barricade in the hall.
Not one dog moved from the bed. Otis stared while the rest of them slept, unconcerned about the sucessful escape plan of a duck. Fleur tried her hardest to lure the dogs off the bed, but no dice. She ran around the living room, approached the food bowl, got a drink from the water bowl, quacked loudly, and made gentle peeps as she assumed the breeding position in case anyone wanted some early morning duck action. Only Otis watched her every move.
Finally she waddled herself to the side of my bed, sat on her feet, tucked her bill under her feathers and went to sleep. We all slept for two more hours. Well, probably not Otis. I’m sure he stared.