It's me, Hannah, NawteeDawg Extrordinaire. I'm in Trouble and that starts with a T which rhymes with P, which is what I did on my doggie bed last night. But I can 'splain. You see it has been a long winter and Tucker and I have been cooped up a lot. Well now that it is getting a little warmer out, Mom has gone outside with us again at 4 pm like we are s'posed to. 'Cept yesterday, Dad comes home and wants to go to the store to shop for the good yummies that they gets to eat, which means Mom doesn't have time to go out to play with us. Now last week, Tucker and I got to go with them in the 4Runner. 'Cause I was so excited about going with, I kinda whined and fidgited a bit too much, at least when compared to the "perfect" Tucker who just sits there looking out the window like riding in the 4Runner is no big deal. So the deal this week was we had to stay home. So I was really ticked off...first no play and then no "go with". When they get back home It was 7 pm and Tucker and I both went out and did our numbers. I even did 1 and 2. Mom had bought me a new ball and Tucker a Godzilla Gorilla from PetsMart, but I wanted the Godzilla Gorilla, so I just took it, but I was still ticked off about Mom getting it for HIM. Around 8:30 pm all my frustration just came to a head, so I went over to my doggie bed and I dug around in it and did the P thing. I kinda forgot that Mom was sitting right there on the couch but when the SCREEEECH came out of her, I remembered. It was like someone lite her fuse and she SPLODED. First thing she is screaming...WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU....YOU DON'T PEE ON YOUR DOGGIE BED....GET OUTSIDE...OUT, OUT, OUT!!!! Poor Tucker doesn't realize what is going on and he just kind of sticks by me which is the wrong place to be at that particular time. We both go out and she is still ranting and raving at me. When I come back in she continues to point out what a BAAAD dog I have been and I have to go to my cage in the kitchen where she says I will be spending the night and that there won't be any nightie cookies because I have been sooo BAAAD. Tucker tries to follow me into the cage but Mom won't let him, so he stays where he can still see Mom and still see me. I think Tucker kinda of begged Mom not to make me sleep in the kitchen because right before bed time, she comes to get me. I even got my nightie cookie. Well, I put on my best apologetic attitude and instead of cuddling up next to Dad on the Big Bed, I spent the whole night slapped up against Mom. This morning I rolled over and showed her my sweet pink tummy and she even rubbed it, so I knew I was playing the right cards. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do to get back in the good graces.
[This message has been edited by RachelJ (edited April 07, 2001).]
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