Anyway, I was lying there peacefully when suddenly I smelled something. It couldn’t have been me I smelled – it must have been my person. But just to make sure I thought I’d better move.
I got up and left the spot by my person’s feet and plopped myself down in the hallway.
Nope, I don’t smell anything here. It wasn’t me, it had to be my person. Or maybe Scratchy. Was he over in that area?
No sooner than I had gotten comfortable in the hallway my person said something about the smell. And you know what? She blamed me!
Hey person, it can’t be me. I’m not even near that area. It must be you, or Scratchy.
What’s a dog to do? I get blamed for everything.
The next time that happens I’m going to stay next to my person and make sure I really stink up the place.