Once again we are joining Brian's Thankful Thursday bloghop, although Mom isn't so sure about all this thankfulness.
So as we told you yesterday, we are in a bit of a rainy spell here. SomePup, and we don't mean Misty, doesn't like to get his feety feet wet. So last night Mr. T. decided he was not going to cooperate on his last potty time for the night before being crated. Mom did finally get him to pee, but as for the rest of his business, he was NOT doing it even though the Momster KNEW he had to go.
So when she got up this morning, here is what she found. This is an almost accurate re-enactment of the scene because at 5:35 a.m., she was in no mood for snapping away with the flashy beast.
Yes, that would be me, Timber, in my crate with a couple of chews and my towel. Now I wasn't really sitting like I am now when Mom saw me, I was way at the back of my crate asleep and curled up in a ball. And that blue towel WAS right where you see it, also curled up in a ball.
So back inside we all go, and Mom gets a very faint sniff of something not so pleasant for that hour of the morning. See that towel again. Well, I had been such a conscientious boy that I deposited what I hadn't done the night before ON the towel and then proceeded to roll it all up in a ball so I could still sleep in my crate. What a good boy am I!!! And Mom should be very thankful for that too.
For some reason, Mom didn't agree with my assessment. Sheesh, here I thought she would be so thankful for my good housekeeping skills.
So I told HER that if she would just let me sleep out of the crate, that wouldn't have happened.
What do you mean - you don't think that's a very good idea??? Oh well, I am thankful you aren't too upset with me:)
Woos - Timber