Last week Mom Cathy dropped me off at day care while she ran errands. Yay! I loved playing with one of the pugs. So I was exhausted when she came to pick me up.
But my ears perked up when she started talking to the resident dog trainer.
“Jumping on people.”
“Pulling on the leash.”
“Eating stuff on the street.”
Busted.
Mom’s got that look in her eye. She even practiced tugging my leash as a warning signal.
When I got home I jumped on the big old tabby cat, just to show I was still my old lively self. I got a swat on the nose.
Life is going to be different around here.