I swear, if it weren’t for Sadie, I’d rarely get into trouble! It’s as though she sits there and thinks up stuff to do that Wen will disapprove of and although whatever it is seems like a good idea at the time, we usually get busted and ultimately get in trouble.
Just the other day, when Wen was working out in the yard and we Scotties were hanging out in the living room, Sadie spotted a bag of Cheetos that was lying on the table by the couch. Somebody had inadvertantly left it there, so it was easy pickings for the Scottie crew! Sadie jumped up and knocked the bag onto the floor and before you know it, Scottie noses were inside the bag, after we ripped it open. Yes, we were having a fine feast until the patio door opened and Wen walked in and discovered what we had been up to. Naturally, she had to grab the Cheetos bag away from us, but then she realized that we were trying to get something from under the couch, so she got down on the floor to take a look. What was under there? Well, Cheetos, of course and we were trying to cram our heads underneath the couch to grab them. Unfortunately for us, Wen’s arm was longer than our noses and she cleaned up all of the Cheetos that we couldn’t reach.
The bag and the Cheetos from underneath the couch all went into the trash (What a waste!) and Wen wasn’t exactly pleased with us, so she didn’t offer us a treat after our Cheetosfest, even though we all lined up by the kitchen counter where the treat jar sits. Thanks, Sadie, your little plan got us in trouble again! (Too bad that Wen didn’t stay outside longer. Those Cheetos were good and we would have licked that bag clean!)
Sadie
