I was feeling quite a bit frisky t his morning because Mum let me sleep on the bed with her and Cooper. It was heavenly. I laid right next to her all night and listened to Coop snore like a train. That boy needs some nose surgery or something. I am sure they heard him in the next county.
So while Mum was in the shower, I grabbed one of Dad's shoes and did the whirly dance with it. Apparently that is a big "No-No". I determined this by the high pitched whine eminating from Mum's vocal cords.
I was sent back to solitary for chewing on Dad's shoe. I didn't actually chew on it, just a lot of slobber. Did Mum ever pause long enough to think perhaps I was washing Dad's shoe? No...just assumes the worse. Sheesh!