Mischief

Mischief

The other night my human brother Luke brought home some fried mac and cheese balls leftover from his dinner at a restaurant. He casually set the container down for a moment, not realizing that the container was ¬†dangerously close to the edge of the counter. I saw the opportunity and realized my nose could easily nudge the container from the counter to the floor. I couldn’t resist. I flung my snout up there and the next thing I knew, the container was right where I wanted it.

Needless to say, I was delighted to see that the mac and cheese balls were also rolling out onto the floor–within reach of my lips.¬†I then took a quick look around to my left, and looked to my right. No one was around to witness what I was about to do. I snatched up one (or three) of those delectable cheese balls…and let me tell you, I LIKED IT. Until later that night, that is…when my tummy hurt. That’s when I felt some slight regret. But would I do it again?

Absolutely.

I share my bones.

I share my bones.

Sometimes it’s hard to share.

I share my bones.

Especially when it comes to delicious, meaty bones.

I share my bones.

But I’m learning!

I share my bones.

It is much better when we each have our own.

I share my bones.

The thing is, she always wants the one I have…

I share my bones.

So sometimes I’ll switch places with her. I prefer to avoid conflict.

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