Posts Tagged ‘bad dog’

I was totally bad yesterday. I am only bad when mom is home. I like to get caught; I guess you can say I like the attention. Though, when she catches me she spanks my heiny, and I don’t like that.. or do I? When mom was downstairs eating breakfast, I sneaked back upstairs and ripped up my bed. I tore a hole in the bed covering and quickly de-stuffed it. I love the feeling of stuffing or foam in my mouth and spitting it out. It’s exhilarating! And seeing mom’s reaction is kind of funny, too. As soon as she sees it and yells OAKIE!! I run and hide in my tent. Can’t spank me in there!

Ha!
Oakie

I’m not allowed on the bed. I know it, and mom knows I know it. When she’s home, I stay off the bed. I’m a good little boy. But when she’s not at home, I like to hop on her bed make myself comfortable… maybe take a nice eight hour nap. Sometimes my nails get caught on the knitted blankets and I tear them. Oops. Oh well, mom will never know it was me. I greet her at the door when she gets home from work so I’m no where near the bed!!

Sneaky sneaky!
Oakie