February 1st 2009 6:03 pm
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Last week Mom was vacuuming up a storm - she was going at it something ferocious!

I was in one of my "the world revolves around me" moods and was literally right under her feet the whole time - and when she'd bend over with the hose portion to suck something up - I'd get a flying heat butt slash kiss in. She was quite perturbed by the whole fiasco - but I didn't mind at all since I was happy - and frankly that's all the mattered.

She had shunned me away once again and I meandered into the other room to mind my own business. Forget her - I don't need her!

What happend in the next sixty seconds shall be a secret that I take to my grave - and I'll leave it at that.

Mom had set her cell phone on the counter top - right below where the cord was plugged into the outlet.

She turned as to get every last portion of the carpet spick and span - when she noticed me with my brow forming quizzical puzzled expression tilting my head to the right looking deep down into my water bowl. Usually she wouldn't think much of this - as I have some sort of irrational obsession with the water bowl - but the expression alone gave it away. Had she noticed sixty seconds later my next reflex would have been to run for the hills and never to have been caught at the scene of the crime - but blast it all! I was caught red pawed.

She quickly skipped over and looked in my water bowl - and what to her wondering eyes did appear? But her cell phone sitting face up sunk down to the deep deep murky bottom of the depth of the doggie water bowl.

Luckily her next move was to yank it out and begin to panic - as I was sure I was going to be put on the chopping block for the incident - but she didn't have time to think. The cell phone is her only single solitary line to Dad - and her world was a-spinn' thinking about it.

When she settled down and had detached the battery from it's unit and buried her phone in an airtight container full of rice - (which I still don't understand, but whatever) - she got to thinking about what possible ways the cell phone could have ended up in the bottom of the water bowl.

a.) The vacuum cord knocked it off.
b.) Grace counter surfed and did it.

I think she tried pretty hard not to blame me - but in her heart of hearts I'm pretty sure she thinks I done it - I know she does. Either way she learned her lesson - do not sit the cell phone near the dog's water bowl.

I am happy to report that her cell phone is in pristine working condition with not even the slightest glitch or hint to the incident.

What actually happened that fine afternoon? No puppy shall ever know - but let this be a lesson to you - never stick around the scene of a crime. Scram! Skedaddle! Get yourself the heck out of there! This just as easily could have turned out very differently - in which case I would probably be standing on the street corner holding my food bowl out begging for some Kibbles'n Bits returning to my cardboard box for the night.

Go lay yourself on the bed, cross your paws and place your head most angelically on those paws and sing a sweet sleeping snooze tune! Nobody could ever suspect a sleeping angel! Scotch free!