a day in the mind of Maggie...

Rain, rain, go away...

Mom and Dad were watching a movie. I had to poop. They knew I had to poop because I get CRAZY when I have to poop. I start running around like crazy, barking at everything, jumping up on the stove, beating up my dish, and just being crazy. Then, after like an eternity, they get off the couch to let me out and it's raining outside.

If there is a squirrel or food outside, I don't mind the rain then. Honestly, I am way above peeing and pooping out in that. Mom and Dad NEVER go potty in the rain, why should I?

So, they let me out and tell me to do "my business". Like that's gonna happen. They finally give up and let me back in again. The next logical place to poop is my pooping place in the basement. I actually prefer to go down there except I get in trouble when I am caught. At least I am pretty sneaky and don't get caught until it's too late.

I start scratching at the door to go downstairs. What do they do? Put me outside again! Ah, DUH! I am not gonna go out there!

I gave in and went though, but I did not like it and I got all wet and ran all over the house wet. I didn't even get a treat for it. It's like they expect me to just obey them and do whatever they want. I am not brainless- I have my thoughts and opinions and they will be respected!

I will get them back, I am gonna get revenge. Should I wake them up in the middle of the night or destroy something??? Hmmmm... Those were big rain drops, maybe I'll do both...