Ethan has finally learned how to stand up by himself. And I think Marley is having an anxiety attack every half hour or so. But, I mean, did she really think this day would never come? Now that he can stand up by himself, Marley has little means of escape. Before, when he got moving too fast, he would fall and have to crawl over to something to drag himself up on. This gave Marley enough time to formulate a plan and at least begin to enact it before Ethan could waddle back over to her. Not anymore! If he falls (which he does not do very often-it seems that once he learned how to stand up alone, he quit falling as much) he just stands himself back up and keeps going. Marley has no time to think. She runs this way. That way. Under the table, across the room. . .but he keeps coming and she does not know what to do so she jumps on the couch and then off the couch and runs into the kitchen and out of the kitchen and finally into the bedroom and under the bed. WHEW! Safe! Not so fast. Ethan has gotten down as low as he can go and is reaching under the bed. Stretching his arm. . ..Almost...have...the ...tail....
It won't be long now. I will be writing about how Ethan finally got Marley's tail and would not let go. About how Marley finally had to chew her own tail off so she could escape him. It will be an adventurous tale (no pun intended), for sure. For now, though, his little arms are a bit too short. And Marley has her safety zone. But who knows about tomorrow. Ethan could have grown an inch by then.
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