I heard the commotion in the kitchen. I knew something was wrong. The bang on the floor was further evidence that told me I had better hurry upstairs to the kitchen to investigate. A quick head count told me that there was one missing from the group. Not just anyone, but the one of the group that was capable of much destruction and turmoil. The one that had broken a door down. The same one that had destroyed a coach, because he said, I didnt like to be alone. Destruction should have been his name. His Mother could never find any fault in his rampant moments. He should have been jailed or at least sent to a detention center for his erratic behavior. Oh yes indeed, a reckless vagabond he was! ... I rushed up the stairs, not sure of what I would be walking into. Should I call the police? No, they would take to long, besides, I had lots of experience with him. I could handle this. He would cooperate with me, I was not certain how he would react to police presence. I took a deep breath as I entered the kitchen. No one there!! Just a small round piece of tinfoil on the floor. I slowly turned my attention to the living room. AH HA!! There he was! That look on his face! That, Ive just been busted look. Laying on the floor, holding tightly to the can! Gabriel! Gabriel! You naughty, naughty, dog, I shouted at him, as he held on strong to the can of cat food with his massive two front paws! His oversized long pink tongue licking the almost full can of cat food. Just another day with Gabriel, my Angel dog. Mothers always think there children are perfect. :-)
Posted on: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 19:14:22 +0000