Mischief Maker

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.

YUMMY!