Ever have one of those moments when you know it just won’t do you any good to deny a bad thing you did????   Well, I had one of those moments on Sunday morning…..

Let me start this off with….it really wasn’t my fault.  You see, I went to bed with mom and dad as usual.  It was late on Saturday night (I knew it was Saturday night ’cause mom stays up later on Saturday night).   Dad, Mom and I all got in to bed and I was all snugged up in mom’s cubby, when mom got out of bed and went back in the living room.  Mom said she felt barfy and I know what that feels like.  Well, anyway, mom shut the bedroom door so that the sound of the t.v. would not wake dad.   I fell deep asleep and then woke up to dad’s snoring and then realized….hmmmm…..I had to poop!   So, being the wonderful dog that I am, I got up and scratched at the bedroom door.  Dad finally heard me and got out of bed and opened the bedroom door for me.  Guess he thought that I just wanted to be with Mom on the couch.  How wrong he was!!!   Mom was watching a movie in the dark and I just had to go…..so I dropped one, right under the dining room table.  Then, back to sleep I went.

Morning arrives and Mom got up to let us all out for our morning potty time.   Ut oh, Mom saw what I left under the table and she said, in her sternest Mom voice, “Who did this?”  There is a poopy in the house!   Benjamin, Emilie and Chico all went outside.  Mom came back in to pick up the poopy and knew it was mine.  (I have a distinctive shape….I won’t go in to more detail than that…TMI).  Mom said, Shellie Belle and  looked at me and I gave her my chin down, ears flat back and eyes rolled up look that just says….I DID IT.  SORRY!   Mom scooped me up and said, “NO poopy in the house”.   And that was it.  On with my day.  Just admitting it with my pitiful look of guilt made Mom just love me more.

I am blessed!