|Not all it's cracked up to be...
||[Mar. 27th, 2006|01:51 am]
|||||Count Your Blessings -- The Martins||]|
::stops with Porthos inside kitchen entry, pondering switching on the light... could see better, maybe not trip over stuff but doesn't really want to let everyone know someone is in here... especially Cunningham, he'll corner Henry and jabber on, Henry not in the mood to be jabbered to... means well, but naw, just... will make way in the dark::
::kinda suits mood anyway... everything kinda blah lately, nothing really catching attention... well, one thing... one, uh, yeah, thing, person, um... shakes head a little, sighing as winds around counter, sleeve catching on handle of something and clanging against something else, doggone it... ::
::squints, nothing looks like it'll fall... should be okay::
::Porthos already at walk-in door, sitting, ears perked, looking up... knows Henry said 'cheese' a bit ago, smart dog... tugs on handle, cautioning Porthos to stay as steps into the cooler, poking around for some cheddar, maybe something else, is hungry too... is always hungry lately... could eat a horse, maybe, if knew what a horse was really like::
::reaches up to top shelf... holy crud, can reach tonight... couldn't make it a month ago... feels a little accomplished for a few moments, then not so much, frowning and pushing containers aside, almost catching one as it tips over, losing some contents::
... bloody... geez!!
::steps back onto Porthos' paw, jumping at his yelp::
Wha... I'm sorry, I'm... shhh, shh-shh-shh... ::bends over to check him, dropping stuff on the floor, Porthos feeling suddenly better and snarfling whatever-it-is down:: No... shhhhhshhh... don't... give me that, don't eat it! What is... what is it? Stop! Porthos!