December 1st 2012 9:42 am
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I wrote about this online, but I decided to save it for posterity, and put it in my diary.
Last night, I was minding my own business, hanging out in the big bathroom with Riley the giant black dog (71 lbs. and three yrs. old and is convinced he is a puppy). All of a sudden I heard Mommi hollerin' for me----it was bedtime, and I did not want to go to bed! I was sitting on the bathroom counter, still as a mouse, not moving a hair so my four jingle bells on my collar would not give me away, and Mommi still going about hollering for me---"Barneby Jones Thunderbear, you had better not have snuck into the garage, Barney, whre..." etc. Suddenly, Riley, with whom I thought we had an understanding of some sort, goes, "*WUWUUBARKBARKABARK*!!"
Of course here comes Mommi, going, "Oh, Riley, you showed me where Barney was! You are such a smart sweet doggie, blabbity blab-blab-blab, etc.!"
-----I could've bit nails. Riley's only response was to take a huge long drink out of the toilet whilst Mommi gathered me up and took me off the bed. Dad blame it. I'll tell you this, tho---Riley the Dog is in for a HARD nose smack next time I catch him alone. Which is funny because he acts afraid of cats, and he makes about 50 of us!
Yours truly,
Barneby(Barney Joe)Jones Thunderbear,