Just a little bit ago, I was sitting on my bed knitting. I knew Pippin was behind me, buried in my pillows, so when I heard him moving around, I didn’t even turn around and look at him. He often shifts places, and the scratching noise I heard was also normal. It meant he was probably scratching away the pillows so he could get underneath them. But when I heard a thump on the floor, I turned to look at him. I didn’t exactly see PIppin himself, what I saw was my big, long, king-sized pillow on the ground, leaping and flopping like a mad thing. It would seem, that Pippin, in search of a blankie, or something close to it, got into the pillow case, and snuggled up to the pillow, under a “blankie”. But then, he decided that he wanted out. So, he began to make his way out, but he went the wrong way! He was trapped! So he fought, and struggled, until he forced the pillow on the ground (I’m laughing right now at the very fresh memory!). He did land pillow-down, so he didn’t hurt himself, he was just a little frightened. I could just sit there and laugh, rocking back and forth on the bed, while the pillow went crazy! Poor Pip, but he didn’t cry. Finally, he paused for a few moments. I rather think he was settling down to think it out. Then, my youngest sister came in, and bent down, and lightly tapped Pippin on the rump. Pippin gave a leap, and bolted; just the right direction to blast out of the pillow-case. LOLOLOL!!

Pippin wasn’t too traumatized after his experience, he just settled right back down in the pillows. “Ah well. All’s well that ends well, that’s what I say.” rofl! This dog cracks me up!