THE STEALER!

The Stealer ... (Maxie) "GIRLS, psst psst, PussyCat, PussyCat!!!!!" Molly and I bolted for the door, on high alert. A cat walking on our territory was not allowed. Of course, there was no cat, there no chase, there was no fun. Just the boring backyard. Mom gets us everytime with that one. But you never know, sometimes she is telling the truth. Most of the time NOT. Anyway, Mom came outside with us and in her hand was our favorite red squeaker (yes the same one that Mom slept on, hehe). We have a fairly small backyard, so Mom can't throw it too far and we cannot run too fast, or else we would collide with the chain fence. Not good. So, Molly and I were having a grand time, I was actually doing my fair share in the "drop it" command. Except I was usually five feet away from Mom when I did drop it. She yelled at me for not bringing the ball to her. Well, she never gave any specific directions to place the ball in her hands, so I have every right to drop it whenever I want! Then, we got bored. So I dropped the ball near the gate entrance and told myself that it would be there tomorrow. (Next Day) Ah, the good old trick," Cat CAT!" Fell for it once more. Oh, my ball! I've been wanting to play with it ever since Mom got home. I wandered over to the gate, looked around, and saw nothing but a measly lump of grass and dirt. Grass and dirt, but where oh where is my squeaker? hmm? I sniffed around, but the scent led out of the gate, and I could not open the gate, or else Mom would get mad at me. Grr. Maybe Mom picked it up and put it in my toy basket. I trotted up the stairs and whined for about 5 mintues until Mom came to the door. I bolted in from my impatience, sending her flying into the kitchen cabinets and knocking over the broom. Oh, how I hate brooms...bad experience, puppy...fell on me...hate brooms. I finally got to the toy box when, to much of my dismay, it was not there! Ok. So I grabbed my conch and took it to Mom so she can put a treat in it and throw it outside. Been there done that. Left the conch outside and said it will be out there tomorrow. (The day After the Next Day) Whenever I want a treat, I always get my conch and drop it on Mom's foot. So, I needed a snack. I leaped off the stairs and went to the gate to see my lil conchie. GONE! Now, this is getting too extreme. My squeaker, now conchie? All too much for me. So, I got my OTHER back-up conchie, Mom filled it, threw it outside. This time, I was smart and placed it behind the swinging chair thingy. I went to sleep knowing that whoever was taking my toys could not find this one. (The Day After the Day after The NExt Day) hehe. Another fabuluous day! Oh CONCHIE!!!! (its the toy's nickname if you have not figured it out) Went behind the swinger, and there is my....WHAT?! No! No No No! Conchie is gone again! Ok buster, whoever is messing me with, you are going down. I followed the distinct scent of all three toys, it led me out of the gate. I was on a hot trail. Oh it was a good one. Mom saw me and burst out the door, trying to catch up! MUAHahahaha. It led me to across the street and behind a neighbor's house. Sniff Sniff...and then all of a sudden I spotted it! All of them! Put into a neat pile. The neighbor's dog Sadie, came out and started to play with them! THEIF! Mom grabbed my collar by the time time she caught up to Me. I wouldn't budge. Mom looked to see why I was struggling, and then she saw my toys! "Sadie, did you take our toys?" In the end, I got my toys, and broke all of the rules. And my #1 enenmyis Sadie the Stealer. Kisses, Maxie

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