Quill: It all started innocently enough this morning. Mom went out for her walk, but today she was wearing her new hoodie and was all distracted when she shut the door.
Greyson: I was right there and I can confirm she shut the door - sorta! A hard gust of wind a few minutes after she left and the door popped open!
Quill: Of course, being the good boy, I told Greyson not to run outside... but he was laready on his way out.
Greyson: In my defense, there was real live fresh air out there!
Quill: And of course I had to follow - you know to keep my eyes on the little one.
Greyson: So we both scooted back through the side yard to the back porch. And Mittens was there!
Quill: Mittens usually hisses and growls at me through the screen door, but not today. We all hung out on the porch till suddenly Greyson took off for the front of the house.
Greyson: I thought I heard Mom, and I was right! I scurried inside but she saw me and freaked out - as per usual. She scooped me up like she was rescuing me - after I was already inside the house. Like I needed rescuing. Then she kept asking where Quill was - but I didn't want to rat out my brother. Next thing you know I was locked up in the bedroom so I couldn't "get out" while she searched for Quill.
Quill: Was I still rolling around on the porch? Yes. It was so much fun to get those dirts up in my floof. Did I come to Mom when she found me? Well, I didn't run. I did get a few extra rolls in before she escorted me inside. It was all pretty exciting friends!
