Got in trouble

"A" Mom was a bit ticked off at us. Dad wants to let us roam the house when they are gone. Mom wants us in our crates.

"D" She wants us safe and not getting into anything.

"A" Yeal, well, she gave in and let us be free. And we "found" the bag of cookies. Darn but they were sure good.

"D" Oh yealllll....peanut butter cookies are now my favorite in the whole wide world! Yummy.

"A" Oh but mom sure was mad.....wasn't she??

"D" Don't remind me! I can't remember the last time she was that mad at us. I heard her tell dad it was their fault for letting us stay out of the crate, and for leaving the bag where we could reach the cookies.....

"A" It was scary when she shook the bag at me.....and she put the wrapper right in my face and explained why I should not have eaten the cookies.

"D" I agree, it was scarry. But I think I will just leave them alone if this ever happens again. I love mom and hate to have her mad at us.

"A" Yeal, that is why I took my toy doggie bone and put it in her bowl of popcorn. I wanted to let her know I was sorry for getting into things I am not suppose to.

"D" Mom liked the bone in her popcorn bowl, she called and had Dad come to see it. I heard them both laugh. Laughing is music to my ears......I came running over to check it out.....and got petted and loved on.

"A" Mom hugged and told me what a good pugger I am for sharing with her......I guess I did good.....I mad her happy again.