Bad girl...

So mom and dad went out fur dinner the other night. I know when mom left I wasnt too happy about it, but I let it go.

Anyway, mom came home with a a bag. I know bags mean good stuff is inside.

So...last night mom ate what was in the bag. It smelled REALLY GOOD. She didn't finish it and left what was left on the plate on the coffee table. I didn't touch it, because we were cuddling on the couch all night, and then dad came home, and then, well, all of a sudden it was time for bed.

So, she probably figured I forgot about the plate on the table. I'm sure SHE forgot about it, because it was still there this morning, with the italian sausage, and snow peas, and cheezy sauce....I smelled it. All the way from the bedroom. And it still smelled GOOD.

So, when dad was in the shower, and mom was filing my food bowl, I ran into the living room (I'm QUICK) and ate it. Ate it FAST. Mom heard my tags jingling against the plate, but she's not as quick as me. She came running in, but the plate was already picked CLEAN. Almost as though she had just taken it out of the noisy-machine and put it on the table (that's what I was goin' for here, pups). But she's still too smart. She knew.

Anyway, she didn't give me too hard a time. She let my body do it for me. Let's just say today was not a very good day for the constitution. Ugh.

licks and woofs,
Daphne

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