So, first of all, I want to say, I didn't do it on purpose. I had a REASON. Mom is big on having a reason to do everything. If if the reason is just Because I want to. So, about two days ago, Mom and Dad came home to see THIS:
So, Mom happened to have the camera ready and was wondering why I was so antsy to go outside today (Maybe we can give Mom a round of applause for having the camera anywhere near her today, it's been so long I'm surprised she remembered how to use it.). She thought maybe a squirrel or one of the neighbourhood cats was in MY backyard. As an aside, I once made a neighbourhood cat jump straight up and onto the roof of the shed that I helped build. I'm a nice guy that way you know. Anyway, here's what I was determined to get OUT of MY backyard:
Do you see that? He's on MY back steps! Those are MY backsteps. I threw up on them just yesterday! He's mocking me. I'm sure of it.
MOM! Would you open the door PLEEEEEEEESE!
Gotta go! She's heading for the door!
Sniff ya later!