You know I've got a little ornery side, right?
A while back, Mom discovered that I shredded a bag of her old mail that she had on the floor on the side of the bed. (She's not the tidiest housekeeper.) She cleaned up the scraps and figured that was the last of that.
She was wrong.
Because I found another bag of old mail.
Mom heard me messing around under the bed the other night and had to investigate. This is what she discovered:
The boxes are Mom's. Everything else -- toys, papers, shredded sacks -- is my handiwork. I pulled the bag of mail under the bed, shredded the bag and the papers, and added toys to the mix! Awfully big mess for such a little pup, don't you think? I'm quite proud of it.
Of course I had to look all sad when Mom discovered my shenanigans. She can't be upset with a sad doggie.
The pathetic look works every time with her. She can't resist it.
Now it's time to nap while she cleans up after me.
It's tough to be a pup.
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