Blaming The Wrong Dog
Mum has been finding destruction in the house when she gets home from work. However, she is blaming the wrong dog, me! My sister, Gypsy, is real good at being sneaky. Mum never sees her digging at the furniture. She doesn’t do it in front of mum.
I, on the other hand, do enjoy fluffing up my dog bed and my pillow but I don’t really scratch at it. The trick is to carefully hook my paws into it and with an awkward jump up pull it up at the same time. Mum shouts out “Simba stop it, just lay down” and then I do. Gypsy, on the other hand, goes at it like the pooch is digging to China. I don’t hide my need for a fluffy bed; why would I. But mum keeps blaming the wrong dog, me!
A week ago, mum got real mad. Gypsy tore open the new couch, oooooo. Mum pointed to the Continue reading