March 19th 2011 1:43 pm
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Today was the Public School Carnival. As a Room Rep (it is no longer Politically Correct to call Room Moms, Room Moms, for indeed the job is an equal opportunity position for either gender,) Mom had many Carnival Duties. Yesterday, Mom made many cakes. Delicious smelling cakes, that she left cooling well pushed back from the edge of the kitchen counter, and she also was sure to take Pennie and Me on any errands.
The Carnival Cakes were donations for the Cake Walk. To my dismay, about 4:25, Mom Cake Walked those cakes right out the door and donated them to the Public School! All I got was a finger lick of icing from Oldest Lad when he stopped by with his Rental Dog, Lil Dud.
Then today, Mom volunteered at the carnival all day! Poor Pennie and I were left home alone, suffering in an empty house (OK, Middle Lad was home, ostensibly he was doing homework, but was really looking at video games sites on the internet) while the rest of the family was at the Public School Carnival.
Dad returned home early because Wee Lass was NOT enjoying her Carnival Experience.
Mom did not come home for hours, along with Little Lad.
Little Lad had a CAKE!
Now first off, WALKS are for: DOGS.
Therefore a Cake Walk Cake must be for: DOGS.
Little Lad left his Cake Walk Cake on the counter. Mom went to rest from bending over and picking up footballs from the Football Toss Game for 4 hours.
Mom soon heard what she thought was just Me, Queen Sophine, licking myself. Then she realized that even though I am "short" I was still tall enough, with the proper motivation, to stretch my paws up onto the counter, and get my tongue onto that Cake Walk Cake. One whole side of the Cake Walk Cake was gone!
I still think the Cake Walk Cake was for ME, anyway, due to the obvious logic that if Walks are dogs, then Cake Walk Cakes must be for dogs, by extension.
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I agree! If you need a lawyer, call me!
You definitely have a point with you walk logic. This is your first public school carnival experience. It is often a sore spot in our house as mom is always making cakes or a pie and we never get anything.
I'd say you were just in your actions but the flaw in your plan was that it was Little Lad's cake. You know he has a terrible temper.
I further wreaked my revenge over the Cake Walk Cakes! This morning I had diarrhea all over the family room rug! Mom is certain it is from eating the Cake Walk Cake! And when Mom used the Pet Carpet Cleaner, it left some faded spots. Mom didn't know what else to do; in just a few minutes my stool had soaked into the rug, and Mom risked Rug Fading in order to get the stool out, as it was in a spot where everybody likes to sit.
When any of us scores off the counter, we all rejoice! Sorry bout your poop. Sorry bout mom's rug. But still...I am rejoicing.