Mischief Maker

I've been known to be a little ornery. Today I proved that once again.

While Mom was at work, I got a little sick to my stomach. Did I pick a nice, out-of-the-way place to pukey? Nope. I decided to get sick right on the couch...and I even chose the exact spot on the couch that Mom usually sits in.

Mom wasn't amused. But, she knew she couldn't say anything 'cause I was sick. (It's a valid excuse!)

Then, while Mom was cleaning up the mess on the couch, I went into the bathroom and I knocked over the garbage can again. Unfortunately, though, Mom emptied it out after I did that the last time, so I couldn't make too much of a mess. Darn it!

So after Mom picked up that mess, she came back out into the living room and I gave her one of my great, "Who, me?" looks.

She didn't buy it, though, so I knew I had to turn on the cuteness. I snuggled up with my sheep toy in my round bed.

That melts Mom every time. Puke? Garbage can? Cute puppy pose, and all is forgotten!