Bad Dog

I've been trying to be a good dog, but I seem to keep getting in trouble lately. See, Momma moved us and then Daddy moved in with us, so there is stuff everywhere! In boxes and bags, it's great for searching through. Well, every time I do that, I get in trouble. Usually from Daddy, but he doesn't get mad at me like Momma does. Yeah, he puts my nose in whatever I did, but his "bad girl" sounds like "good girl" to me. It's all in the way he says it. Momma's gonna talk to him, I know it. I wish she wouldn't. Then I could keep doing stuffs.

I gots out of my crate one day last week. Momma and Daddy had gone for a long time. Well, the last time they had brought foods home for me, it was in a BIG bag. The filled up my bucket of foods and then there was still some in the bag, so they were feeding me out of that. Well, when I gots out of my crate, I noticed the bag was still sitting on top of my foods bucket, so I snatched it and opened it to see if there was foods in there. No foods. Well, then Momma and Daddy came home and I gots locked back in my crate.

Since there was no foods in my bag, I figured I check out my bucket. There was lots of foods in my bucket! So I had extra breakfasts because Momma forgot to lock my foods up again! I've done this before, but this was the first time Momma had the camera. I guess Daddy told her about it. Momma tends to be forgetful, especially in the mornings when she's still sleepy. I try to wakes her up, but she just rolls over and snuggles Daddy. Oh well. She eventually gets up and feeds me, or else Daddy does. Daddy's good about that. If Momma doesn't get up, Daddy does.