Yes, me. A very bad dog. Badder than Leroy Brown (you know, the chocolate lab).
We were out playing at the park and I made a dash across the street so that I could smell a pine tree. We went home right after that. I dunno why I wanted to smell that tree. I dunno why I want to smell anything! Because it’s there, I s’pose.
Anyways, I’m grounded and getting the stink eye from the alphas. I’d knit them a pair of mittens as an apology, but 1) it’s almost summer and 2) these paws aren’t much for knittin’. So instead I’ll mope around and chew on some toys, and at the perfect opportunity, I’ll jump up and lick ’em both right in the face.
Works every time…