My Drastic Measures Worked!

When Mom came home from work today, she found a surprise for ME. Our totally-cool neighbor knew how much I loved that blue toy I talked about yesterday...and she got some toys for me that are similar to it! They were hanging in a sack on our door. She even took the tags off so I could get some immediate play action going!

They're actually doggie toys, too, so Mom says they're safe for me to play with, unlike the one I tried to steal from our neighbor the other day (oopsie).

Mom only gave me one of the new toys tonight because she "claims" that I enjoy my new toys more if I them one at a time. (Geez. I get no respect.)

Anyway, we played fetch a few times with my NEW blue ball, and it's super duper fun. But after a little fetch, I got kinda worried about Mom trying to steal THIS one from me, too. So you know what I did?

That's right...I went into hiding again. I hid in my princess tent where Mom couldn't get me. There's no way she's taking THIS toy away from me like she did the other one!

Of course she violated the privacy of the princess tent by taking a picture. You can tell how thrilled I was about that by the glaring look I gave her.


Then she had to take a pic through the tunnel, too. How RUDE!


I kept an eye on Mom by peeking out the end of the tunnel.


Mom was a little worried about me 'cause I wouldn't leave the tent AT ALL for an hour or so. Not for food or anything. (She was NOT getting my toy!) So, Mom put my supper in there with me to keep me from starving to death. That was a nice gesture, I suppose.

Eventually, though, I realized that Mom wasn't going to try to steal this blue ball from me, and I ventured out of the tent for some rolling, snorting, and squeaking...

Mom took this video of me saying thank you to our awesome neighbor...




OK, so maybe I was actually just after some cookies...but it sure sounds like I'm saying "thank you," doesn't it???

Busted...

Last night I had a great plan. When Mom wasn't looking, I took my new green squeaky ball and buried it in the covers on the bed. That way, I could sneak it into the bed so I could play with it at night. Mom said my new ball wasn't allowed in the bed, so I knew I had to be sneaky.

But I guess I didn't bury it quite good enough. I tried to give Mom my best "who, me?" look.

But she totally busted me. Sadly, the green squeaky ball was evicted from the bed. Poor ball.

I gotta come up with a new plan...