Louie's mischief

I knew Persons D and S were up to their usual schedule again when they went to bed so early last night. Sure enough, Person D took Kiya and I for a walk at 6.15am and she promptly left us. We waited patiently for our patron saint of treats to wake, and soon, Person S got up and gave me two cubes of beef! (Kiya had a beef cube and a chicken feet - glucosamine for her ache-y joints and poor ligament).

I was not happy that Person S left so soon. While Kiya was asleep, I hatched a plan.

There were no TV, stereo or air-conditioner remote control lying on the coffee table for me to chew, and Person D even removed the placemats after she caught me chewing on them on the WEBCAM (this thing that the humans sometimes set up on top of the speakers. A third eye?), but the box of tissue was there, as always. I could reach it most easily, of course..





And by 9.15am I have made a mess. I know how the clumps of torn tissue would look through the WEBCAM - they look like poop! In exactly the same place where I took a dump on Saturday morning! I orchestrated the entire plan beautifully. I'm sure I made Person D very frantic while she was at work.


My masterpiece - blurring the lines between tissue and poop.




Well, my plan did work. Person D rushed home as soon as she could and the moment she saw that the white lumps were mere tissue, she hugged Kiya and I, and praised me. How silly humans are! They are indeed our dogs, and we, the masters.