Two Sides to Every Story....

It all started because I forgot to take my
blood pressure pills and vitamins Monday
morning.

What started?  I don't know what she's talking

about.  I was just entertaining myself.

I went home during my prep because I

left my pills and vitamins on the counter.

The last time I did that, Chloe got the bottle 

off the counter and got the lid off.  

Thankfully, she didn't eat any of the pills,

but I found the bottle and the pills on her 

blanket, just outside of her kennel. I was 

worried she'd do it again, so I went home.

Really, shouldn't she have to warn me when 

she's coming home early?  I mean, when do 

I get a little privacy in this place?

I walked into the house. The first thing

I saw were chewed up kleenex on the rug.

Great. She's gotten into the bathroom 

garbage. At least there wasn't a huge mess.

Maybe I'll pretend to be asleep. If I don't come

out of my kennel, she won't yell at me.

And then, I saw the kitchen. 

Geez, oh geez, oh geez.  I think she noticed the 

kitchen. I promise Santa. I was going to clean

up my  mess. Really I was. She just came  home 

too early! 

What a mess!  Garbage all over. You 

couldn't even see the floor. Yogurt cups,

butter wrappers, plastic containers, and 

coffee grounds. Everywhere. It was 

everywhere...

I was a little bored after they both left. and  I
haven't gotten much exercise lately.
I just smelled something soooo good in the can.
It was driving me crazy, so I had to find out
what it was. And I didn't finish supper last night, 
so I was kinda hungry.  And, well, I love yogurt. And 
then there was a hamburger wrapper and some
bread and....well, you get it. One thing led to another.

And Chloe?  The barker? The snoopy one

who greets everyone at the door. She didn't 

get out of her kennel. She lay there with her head

hanging over the door frame of her kennel, looking out 

from under her eyebrows...

They yell at me all the time for barking 

in the house , and now she's mad  because

I DIDN'T bark in the house. Jeesh. You

just can't please some people.

I start picking up the big pieces of garbage

(Remember, I was just running home for a

few minutes. It's my PREP time.) Guess 

who slinks out of her kennel? 

She wasn't yelling. In fact, she was 

kind of smiling. I thought it was safe.

Butt wagging, smiling and so glad to see

me. It was hard to be mad.

Puppy dog eyes. Gets her every time.