Last night Mom and Dad served a beautiful dinner to our guests. Normally, we are allowed to lay by the table while our parents eat. However, on this evening they decided to eat on the large table in the Florida room and Mom shut the big glass doors leading from our family room and kitchen. My furry brothers (Nanuq and Trouble), Sister (Macy), and I were left on the other side.
I was appalled. How dare they exclude us from their festive event. I am normally very obedient, but my feelings were bruised and battered. After a little while, I decided to express my disgust with the situation.
I am tall and getting into trouble is not a problem. I strolled into the kitchen and looked around. First, I eyed a package of yummy wheat hot dog buns laying close to the edge. I quietly opened and ate them "all," but the best was yet to come.
AHA, there it was, our guests brought a red velvet cake. I pulled it off the counter, but Mom and Ms. Sue Ellen heard it hit the floor. By the time Mom got to me I had consumed 1/4 of the cake.
Mom put me in a down by the big table where they were eating. She thought she was punishing me, but I won. I was right where I wanted to be all along. You see, like a little child who desperately wants its parent's attention, I will get it one way or another.
Just so you know, I feel much better since I have confessed to the entire world.
Woofs and Wags,
Sitka
