Mom says I'm a mischief maker today. Geez. I get into one little thing and I get labeled...
So I spent all morning at the groomer. Mom brought me home at lunch time and then she went to work.
She foolishly, however, left a box on the couch. I inspect all boxes -- that's my job. And this box just happened to have a couple of bully rings in it. They look like this:
I couldn't pass up the opportunity to chew on a fresh, new bully ring! So when Mom got home from work, she found a ring that looked like this:
Yeah...I chewed it right through the plastic. Ate a little of the plastic, too. Oops.
Mom tried to take a picture of me with the evidence, but it didn't turn out the best. He he he.
I've spent the rest of the evening looking all innocent.
"Who, me??? I wouldn't eat the bully through the plastic..."
Of course Mom caved in to my cuteness and unwrapped the bully the rest of the way for me.