We went to WalMart this morning after breakfast and picked up a few things. When we got home, I put the bags on the coffee table, then started to put things away. Stupidly, one of the plastic bags fell on the floor and I didn’t think anything of it. I should have.
Potter immediately hopped over to see what it was and got inside. The sound freaked him out and he started running. Boy, was Brian mad at me.
Potter ran into the living room, into the bedroom, into the garage. Brian tried to talk to him and calm him down, but didn’t have any luck. I did. I picked him up and removed the bag handle from around his waist and talked gently to him and put him on the loveseat. He looked at me, jumped down and ran outside. I was glad he hadn’t gone outside while wearing the bag.
I’ll have to be a lot more careful with bags from here on out.