It was a typical Sunday evening. My girl parent had been talking on the phone for an hour and I had to pee. I had laid on the floor in front of her for the whole hour.

I had to pee.

Then both of my owners started talking to each other about French fries.

You know what they did next?!

They left. AND I HAD TO PEE!

I yelled at them as they left. I yelled at them out the window. I even yelled at them until they drove away just to slather on the guilt as much as possible.

“I have at least 2,000 doggie minutes to destroy something...what shall it be?”

I put my nose to work. Good ole’ trusty nose always helping me with my mischief. Suddenly, I smelled something great. Something sweet. Something my owner hadn’t finished…

I leapt the the couch. I peaked over the edge onto the desk.

I had located the glorious smell.

“Oh my puppy lord.” I thought to myself. “It is a real live human treat.”

I pulled the bag down. I placed it on the couch cushion. The perfect snacking spot.

Seconds passed...and the human treat was gone.

“Delicious. Why do humans get such good food?”

I proceeded to the comfort of under the human bed. Nothing had happened. That was my story. I would appear at the sound of the door and we would celebrate together and all would be well.

My humans came home. They greeted me. I am so excited they are back.

“I love you I love you I love you I love you” I panted. I jumped to display my love.

Then I heard an exclamation…

“My donut!! He ate my donut?!?”

I was caught.

To be continued…