Drat. I've done it again. The front door was open a crack Saturday afternoon and I'm a terrier. I didn't go very far (not like the other time). I just wanted to see what was going on at the end of our driveway. So what's the big deal? They were so busy purging magazines and files and taking boxes of discarded stuff outside, they didn't even know I was outside instead of inside. It was only when a neighbor knocked on their door, me in tow by the collar, and said "Is this yours?" that they realized what had happened.
And now -- you guessed it. We're grounded. We couldn't go to Suki's Disney World Barkday Pawty. And Jake is in a snit and on strike -- he won't even blog -- 'cause both of us are grounded and he thinks that's unfair.
I guess it's hopeless, We may never go anywhere again. What have I done?
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