A month or so ago Mom had these plastic sacks of stuff and she wouldn't let me see what was in them. I need to thoroughly investigate all bags because you never know when there might be a squeaky toy in there! Mom rudely told me to stay out of these sacks, though.
She put the sacks by her bed and then she put some stuff in front of them. I, of course, climbed the stuff to try to get to the sacks. Mom built a larger blockade in front of the sacks. I couldn't climb the larger blockade, and Mom thought she won...
Until this weekend. That's when Mom saw this on our bedroom floor:
Sorry...I sorta blocked that shot. This one is better:
That piece of paper is a receipt that Mom remembered she had in those sacks. I was busted.
It was a wonderful plan, and it totally worked until I messed up and accidentally dragged that receipt out. Darn it!
You see, I couldn't get to the sacks that Mom put by the bed because of the stuff that Mom put in FRONT of them. What Mom didn't plan on me doing, though, was going UNDER the bed to get around her blockade!
That's right. Without her knowing it, I actually pulled some of her sacks under the bed and then emptied them and spread the stuff out. I even moved around the boxes Mom had under the bed so that I had more room to get to the sacks of stuff.
I made quite a nice mess, didn't I? I was proud. Mom was not so proud.
While Mom was taking pictures of the mess I made under the bed, I decided to knock over the trash can.
And then I just gave her my most innocent look.