I keep getting into trouble this week. I’m pretty sure it’s not my fault though. I’m just a hound, doing what houndies do, right?
Firstly, I escaped into the street and ran down the path chasing a cat. This was obviously Dad’s fault for letting me squeeze between him and the door frame. I’m hardly small, so he could easily have made the gap smaller. I didn’t get far anyway because a man caught me by the collar, and the cat jumped over a fence. I didn’t stand a chance of catching her. Needless to say, Mom was not pleased.
Then, I keep jumping on Mom’s flowers when I hear next door’s dog barking. That’s not my fault either, because if he didn’t bark, I wouldn’t do it, would I? I wouldn’t bother if he didnt bark at me. He stays in his own garden, and I think he has a bit of a cheek barking at me through the fence when I am minding my own business on my own grass!
Then, I tried to steal some meat at the weekend. I say tried, because I didn’t quite get away with it. I had a discreet sniff and had just managed to get my teeth around it when Dad walked in the kitchen and shouted. I was so surprised that I dropped it! I got into trouble for that even though I didn’t get to eat it, which seems very unfair! It wasn’t my fault the beef smelt so good!
And finally today I ripped up some carrier bags. Thats all, just some plastic carrier bags. There was no food in them unfortunately, just some tights and wrapping paper, but I had a jolly good time ripping them up. That wasn’t my fault either because if they hadn’t gone out without me, I wouldn’t have done it.
So all in all, I have been getting into trouble for doing things that houndies do, if given the chance. I am a hound, what do they expect? Huh?