I Am A Good Boy

“You’re such a funny boy. What a good boy. You’re so cute.“ I hear these things all the time. So what came over me? It was a little after six in the morning. Auntie had gone out to water the garden and everyone else was asleep. She had given me a few kibbles and said she’d be back in a little while. When she came back in the house I was standing in the kitchen—trash everywhere. While she was outside I went through the kitchen trash can looking for something—something good to eat. Yesterday was the big July 4^th picnic. Auntie had been baking and cooking stuff to take. Because it was so hot, they brought our dinners home to eat. I saw the paper plates, cupcake papers (I love cupcakes), and all kinds of other good stuff go in the trash can. When I was done going through the trash, it looked like I had been possessed—everything was shredded into bits.

I was so embarrassed. I was caught red-handed. For the rest of the day all I could do was lie around with a stomach ache from all the junk I ate. What a way to celebrate the 4^th of July!