I suppose I should really cool it with the ornery stuff since it's getting so close to Christmas. For some reason, however, I just can't seem to stop myself!
This past weekend, for example, Mom and I were visiting our cool neighbor and I sniffed out a bag of rawhides. Our neighbor got them for a Christmas present for another doggy. I didn't care. I could smell what was in that bag and I wanted it. So, I barked.
And I barked.
I wouldn't give up on getting those rawhides. Even when they distracted me and hid the bag.
After about a bazillion minutes of my constant barking, Mom finally got tired of it. Instead of giving me the rawhides, however, she said we had to go home early from our visit because "someone" wouldn't behave. Oops.
Last night, then, some more of my mischief came to light. I'd been working on this one for a long, long time. You see, Mom had a bag of old magazines, papers, and letters that was on the floor on the side of her bed. Over time, I pulled the bag underneath the bed and proceeded to shred both the bag and its contents.
In the middle of the night, of course, when Mom was sleeping.
She knew I was up to something under there, but she wasn't quite sure what. I blew my cover, however, when I started dragging stuff out the opposite side of the bed...
"Where on earth did all of these shredded papers come from, Mom?!"
You'll note that there's a mix of dog toys and one of Mom's socks in that mess, too.
I tried to look all innocent.
I guess there's no hiding the mess, though.
Maybe Santa won't care???