I had no idea what my friend had planned, but whatever it was, it wasn't going to work. You see, he'd assumed too much of his ability to fly. I know that doggies can't fly, especially big ones. I can't even fly, I know, I've tried it before. Maybe in the dreams we can. But this is the kitchen table and there's no way he's going to make it to the counter to snag the chips in a single bound.

"You better not try it!" I barked.

It was more my intention to get the old man's attention than a warning to my daring friend. I had no idea where my pal was hanging out at, hopefully not snoozing the day away when such things are happening.

"I can do it, I know I can," my shadow woofed, more to himself than to me.

His eyes were focused on the counter, his face was that of a determined doggy ready to believe in himself. And that's all good, I just wish Mister Good Cat hadn't shown him how to pounce around and climb things. That sneaky cat has sharp claws for climbing and we doggies have tails for chasing. Very different, but my young friend doesn't know that, or at least understand it.

My friend's paws danced around, searching for the best grip on the edge of the table. I could tell he was nervous, but eventually he was going to go through with it if the old man didn't show up soon. I barked again, trying to wag my friend into some common sense before he hurts himself.

That's it, I have to go get the old man. I gave up barking at my shadow and went to find my friend. Hopefully we'll get back in time. I searched the sofa and the chair and even the tinkering room. The door to the downstairs basement was closed so that wasn't an option. The bed was empty as well, so no nappies right now. He has to be in the garden.

I charged through the doggy door and barked an emergency bark. It does not sound like a normal bark, it is very different just so you know. Sure enough, I spotted the old man playing in his garden without us.

"Quick, you gotta come in a hurry!" I roared and turned to go back inside.

I looked back to make sure the old man was following me before darting back though the door and towards the kitchen. I showed up just in time to stop another potential pounce. My shadow shuffled his paws back a little when I skidded into the room and ruffed to himself to be confident.

"Naw!" I barked, "You get down here and come play outside with me right now!" I challenged my friend.

It was the only thing I could think of to keep him from doing something dangerous. But I'm afraid he was committed now. His eyes were focused and his paws were dancing around in rhythm ready to do the jump.

And then he did it. His shadow leapt high into the air towards the counter, kicking the table back under his rather hefty weight. I was too late, there was nothing more I could do than hope he makes a jump I've never seen any other doggo do ever in my whole life.

The old man was fast, faster than I've ever seen him move. It was almost scary actually. With the quickness of a flash, he snatched my friend out of the air and put him on the ground properly. It was all so fast that my friend was stunned into sitting down and just being quiet and calm for once.

The the old man scooted the table back to where it was supposed to be and departed to his garden. This left just us pups to figure out what had just happened. I'm really just glad my friend is okay, and hopefully he won't try silly cat-stunts anymore.

"So you gonna do that again?" I asked.

"Nat tadea," he whispered, "Needs mur training."