Who, Me?

He’s finally left for work. Now I can get down to business. First, I knock over the garbage and eat all the leftover goodies. I walk through the ketchup leaving tracks into the living room. Now he’ll know where I’ve been. I chew up all the plants and leave the dirt on the floor but they don’t taste as good as the garbage. But it’s a lot of fun! Next, I look for some other activity and eye the furniture. Sure, I’ll jump up on it and make myself comfortable but first, I will sink my teeth into the material and tear it to shreds. Soon, I enter the bedroom and snooze on his bed, leaving a few fleas. Better there than on me!

It’s entirely his fault. He should get me a female companion so I would have something to do! (fast tail wag). He should have fenced the yard so I could play in the backyard and bark at all the neighbors. Well, at least, I can bark at the postman!

Uh oh! I hear a car drive up! I don’t know how the time went so fast. Quickly, I run over to my dog bed and close my eyes and pretend I’m innocent and asleep. “Who, me?” I pull my lips back from my teeth and try to grin innocently.