Part One of a Three Part Story
First off, I want to apologize for not blogging this week! My parents were very busy and they were out-of-town the last few days! They went to Washington DC and Mommy didn't have time to update my blog! I have a lot to blog about though! So stay posted, hopefully we'll update this a lot over the next few days!
On to my story. I almost got in HUGE trouble the other night, but luckily, my handsome looks and charming personality got me out of it! The other night, my parents left me in my crate while they ran errands.
When they came home they had the best smelling food with them and I had to find out what it was. I was so excited when they let me out my crate such that I started running huge laps around the apartment. Somehow, I found myself on top of the coffee table where I slipped and slided around on the books and magazines. I slipped and fell straight on my belly as if I had strings attached to me arms and legs pulling them straight out from under me. I jumped back off, slipped and fell a bit more and then jumped to the couch. My back legs slipped off the couch and the rest of me slid off the couch cushions along with them. I finally pulled myself back onto the couch and turned around to face the bag of food that was somehow the only item left on the coffee table.
Mommy was laughing, until she realized that with all the slipping and sliding on the coffee table I could have done some damage. Which I did do. I scratched up their table really good! I thought I was going to be in trouble when I saw Mommy's jaw close and then she said, "Oh, great, what did that do to our table?" She was sort of laughing when she said that, but I could tell that I was in big trouble when she turned to Daddy and said, "Look at what he did!! It's not just a little scratch either."
I mean, it's not really my fault. Yeah, I know I'm not supposed to be on top of the coffee table. I didn't do tt on purpose..I just, sort of, found myself on top of it and didn't know what to do. One moment I'm standing on top of the table and the next moment I'm laying flat on top of it with my arms and legs straight out from underneath me. If Mommy cleaned up the table instead of throwing all her library books, dvds, and magazines on top of it, that probably wouldn't have happened. Speaking of which-I did her a favor. I amazingly cleaned all of the clutter off the table in seconds and left the most important item-the food.