Mommy is mad at me again. Do you see a pattern developing here? No matter what I do, I always seem to be in trouble. Why?
I have no idea what I did wrong. Here's how it went down. Mommy took me for my morning walk. The temperature is cool these days which feels so wonderful. Plus it makes for lots, and I mean lots of good sniffs. I love good sniffs first thing in the morning. Mommy told me once that a dog expert said smells for a dog are like reading the newspaper. They tell me who's been hanging around the neighborhood and fills me in on all the news of the day. In dog language that is. Mommy has to read a big piece of paper that appears in the driveway every morning to get that same information in a way she can understand.
When we got home, I did my usual race around the big room. Mommy goes to the kitchen to make her breakfast which I know she will share with me because she always does. I make a detour to a little room in the front of the house that is rarely used except by Daddy or when there's company. It has a fuzzy rug on the floor and towels hanging on a rack that I jump up and grab when I need a toy to play with.
I stroll past the cupboard that I know has more good stuff to play with inside if only it's left open so I can get in. Next to it is a great big, shiny white bowl filled with water. It's not like the tiny little dish that Mommy leaves in the kitchen for me next to my food. This one is so big, I have to stand on my hind legs to get a drink. But the water here is cold and refreshing. I slurp in big tasty gulps.
"Ginger!"
I hear Mommy's loud 'you're in trouble' yelling voice.
"Get out of the toilet!"
I have no idea what that means but I get down and go to see what's the matter. Mommy is giving me a stern look, hands on her hips. I lick my chops, getting every last drop of the delicious water down my throat. She storms past me, goes into the little room, and slams shut the lid, closing off my favorite water dish.
I'm disappointed. I know what to do though. Sit back, relax and wait for Daddy to go in there. He'll take that big piece of paper in with him. I may have to wait awhile, but when he comes out, my water dish will be open, ready and waiting the next time I want a good cold drink of water.
I have no idea what I did wrong. Here's how it went down. Mommy took me for my morning walk. The temperature is cool these days which feels so wonderful. Plus it makes for lots, and I mean lots of good sniffs. I love good sniffs first thing in the morning. Mommy told me once that a dog expert said smells for a dog are like reading the newspaper. They tell me who's been hanging around the neighborhood and fills me in on all the news of the day. In dog language that is. Mommy has to read a big piece of paper that appears in the driveway every morning to get that same information in a way she can understand.
When we got home, I did my usual race around the big room. Mommy goes to the kitchen to make her breakfast which I know she will share with me because she always does. I make a detour to a little room in the front of the house that is rarely used except by Daddy or when there's company. It has a fuzzy rug on the floor and towels hanging on a rack that I jump up and grab when I need a toy to play with.
I stroll past the cupboard that I know has more good stuff to play with inside if only it's left open so I can get in. Next to it is a great big, shiny white bowl filled with water. It's not like the tiny little dish that Mommy leaves in the kitchen for me next to my food. This one is so big, I have to stand on my hind legs to get a drink. But the water here is cold and refreshing. I slurp in big tasty gulps.
"Ginger!"
I hear Mommy's loud 'you're in trouble' yelling voice.
"Get out of the toilet!"
I have no idea what that means but I get down and go to see what's the matter. Mommy is giving me a stern look, hands on her hips. I lick my chops, getting every last drop of the delicious water down my throat. She storms past me, goes into the little room, and slams shut the lid, closing off my favorite water dish.
I'm disappointed. I know what to do though. Sit back, relax and wait for Daddy to go in there. He'll take that big piece of paper in with him. I may have to wait awhile, but when he comes out, my water dish will be open, ready and waiting the next time I want a good cold drink of water.
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