My little house is a collapsible one, kinda like a pop up hamper. Yesterday Mummy came home and was not pleased at all that I jumped on it and collapsed it. She didn’t pop it open for me again. She was even more upset that I got into the kitchen towel Trudie got for us and ate a hole in it. She said, “How you make your bed, is how you’re gonna lie in it.” I didn’t even get the peanut butter on the bone treat this morning.

:: sigh::

I think I’m supposed to be learning something… just don’t know what yet.