Guess who got me into trouble?! Here’s a hint: she is a Scottie and she has a black haircoat. Yes, it was Sadie!
Wen was busy dusting the furniture upstairs and when she wasn’t paying any attention to us Scotties, Sadie sneaked into the bathroom, opened a cabinet door with her nose, and stuck her head into the trash can. After sniffing around, she pulled out part of a bar of soap that Wen had thrown away and started chewing it into little pieces. Well, I couldn’t help myself and I picked up a piece off the floor and chomped it full of tooth holes. Before you know it, Sadie and I had strewn tiny pieces of soap all over the floor.
It was at this point that Wen came into the room and discovered our mess and who do you think was standing in the middle of it? I was, of course, while Sadie had vanished. Yes, I was in trouble and after Wen cleaned up all of the soap, she grabbed me, washed my soapy beard and brushed my soapy teeth until my soapy breath was back to normal.
I know what you are thinking: what about Sadie? It turned out that she didn’t get off scot-free. Wen found her and caught her and when she smelled Sadie’s soapy breath, she got the exact same treatment that I did.
I could have avoided all of it if I hadn’t been so darn curious about Sadie’s sneaky shenanigans and didn’t get involved. You’d think by now I’d learn….

Sadie: Yeah, it was all my fault.
