Punished

Momma told me I was a naughty boy today. Tiki and I are always so excited to see Momma when she comes home from that place that keeps her away from us during the day. Well, today she caught me with some paper stuff in my mouth. It must have clued her in to the fact that I may have messed up the living room ... again. She stormed into the house like I had torn the whole place down and yelled at me and told me I was a very naughty boy. Then, after she took me to the backyard to do my business, she yelled at me again and put me in my crate and told me I was being punished. I do not like to be punished.

I don't mean to mess up the living room, but Tiki and I start playing and all the sudden cushions are flying and Momma's yarn stuff is tasting tasty.

I should have been smarter, Momma must have sent Auntie Bethy as a spy because she came to visit me today. Of course I hadn't messed up the living room until after Aunty Bethy left.