Last night, everyone else, including Felicity the Bulldog, was in Isaiah's room doing prayer time or some nonsense like that. Let me tell you....things are a little cray here. The Bulldog requires a lot of attention....from her foot rash to her puking, frankly, I am not getting the attention to which I have become accustomed. Plus, the rugrats are back in school. They come in here like bats outta hell after the school day, yammering about this art thing and that crap they had for lunch. It's all I can do to hide in Mommy's bed, wait for her to come to bed, and snuggle.
I did have a few walks yesterday....but I may or may not have poo'ed on the counter last night when everyone exited the scene. Yes, in the kitchen. Yes, on the upgraded granite that Mommy covets. That she had just scrubbed for 30 minutes with an injured arm. Isaiah found the remnants when he came down for water-and the little bugger told on my-YELLING up the stairs. Oh Lord. Daddy was fuming....kept talking about how Felicity is the 'good dog'-WTF? She is a HOT MESS. You can't even compare.
I know deep down Mommy is not convinced that it was me.... she is considering that it could have been one of the kids, maybe even the Bulldog-or worse...DADDY!Daddy is not buying any excuses and knows that it is me.
I consider it a proverbial curse word. Take it as you will. Pay attention to me....you have been warned.
Ben the Dog
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