Friday, January 10, 2014
Holy Cowpies. It's taking longer to tell you about falling off a cliff than it did to get rescued from it. I don't know about you, but I fell asleep before the dude on the bike came back with the rope. Last time I let Dutch tell a story!
(totally not my idea, by the way)
So, back at the cliff...
My human's tied to one end of the rope and the other end is tied to everyone else. I don't know any of this because I'm on the side of a freaking cliff and can't see anything but ocean, sky and the side of the cliff.
Oh. And did I mention that every time I move, the cliff falls apart and I go with it? SO awesome.
By now, I'm pretty sure this might be my first not-near death experience. But just as I'm about to really freak out, I see my human and, uh, "Kim" coming down from the top of the cliff (from where I was it was mostly Kim).
Now. Remember the thing about the cliff falling apart every time I move? Well imagine how the cliff must feel about my human and Kim. Who are muuuuch bigger and heavier than me, even at my most tubiest.
Uhm, yeah. Not good.
As soon as my human touches the side of the cliff, it totally falls apart. She starts sliding, then I start sliding and if it wasn't for the scary rope and the four dudes it was tied to, we probably would have ended up like this:
You can probably guess we didn't fall into the ocean and drown. Dumb Idea #3 didn't exactly go as planned, but the rope didn't break and the four dudes were strong enough to pull us to the top. I got a few cuts on my feet, bits of cliff in my eyeballs, and a cool story about the time I fell off a cliff.