TV Time with Tubby

Last night there was absolutely NOTHING on tv but repeats.  I can't believe we have over 200 channels and I couldn't find anything worth watching.  I finally settled on Little House on the Prairie and actually found it to be an episode I don't remember ever seeing as a kid.  It was one of the later shows with Albert, the adopted son, and a more grown-up version of Laura.  They had dressed up as Indians for a Halloween party at mean old Nellie Olson's house, but before they left, Ma made them take a nap since they would be up so much later than usual.

As Laura lay sleeping, Albert was reading a book called Massacre at Stony Pass.  As he went through the story, which apparently was about Indians, he fell asleep and proceeded to "dream" the episode.  The comical dream-episode showed he and Laura walking to the party and being mistaken for young Indian braves and captured by another tribe.  There were wild chases on horseback, Indian war cries and whoops and hollers, brightly colored headdresses and faces with warpaint and crazy scenes where the US Cavalry sends in the Blue Coats to save the day, horns trumpeting and gunfire galore.  Quite the entertaining episode, but much more so because Tubby, our sweet, floppy-faced bulldog, was sitting on my lap the whole time watching the screen intently and "woofing" all throughout!

He was absolutely enthralled with those brightly colored Indians and whenever they let out a howl or screamed like banshees, he about fell out of the chair.  His eyes were glued to the screen and his ears kept moving back and forth as he listened to all the different voices and noises.  When the horses were on the screen he sat up straighter and actually shook with anticipation.  He loves horses!  If it hadn't been so dark in our living room at the time, I would have tried to take a video.  I did manage to take a picture, but when the camera went off, Tubby jumped a foot and I started giggling uncontrollably.  Poor old Tubs probably thought one of those wild Indians had snuck up behind him with a hatchet.

He settled right back down though, and finished watching the show.  When all the fun had ended and the show was over (Albert woke up and he and Laura were home safe and sound), Tubs laid his head down on my feet and started snoring away.  I guess all that commotion tuckered the little guy out.