Alarm goes off at 6:00am. Bud and I get up. I take down the gate I put
up at night across the hallway which keeps him in the bedroom and not
all over the house. He goes looking for a toy and I get dressed to take him
out. I walk into the living room and it looks like it snowed!
What the heck?
Where did he get paper towels at 6 in the morning I ask myself. Looking towards the closet, where, at times, I keep a poopy bag with a paper
towel in it but the closet is closed. He gets it opened by banging on
it with his paw until is slides alittle then opens it all the way with his nose.
However, this time he's innocent!
Trying to focus my eyes, still 1/2 asleep and crawling under that darn
blue chair where he thinks he's hiding, I gather up all the little bits of
paper towel as he continues to try and eat as many pieces as he can
get in his mouth. Where did he get this I continue to think
After cleaning up the mess, now it's 6:10 I go for his leash in the closet
and Wallah! There's the answer. This little terror spotted the paper towels
I put into the toe of my flats I wore yesterday that got soaken wet while
walking him that were by the door! He dosen't miss a thing in that house.
Just another day in the life of Buddy and Me.
