Oops!
Oops. I didn’t mean to do it. Truly I didn’t. But my people left me –again. And then it happened – again. I just had to find a way out. Any way out. I didn’t care how I did it. I didn’t care about getting in trouble. Whatever I had to dig up or tear down – I was gonna do it.
Oh no! Here they come. Good, it’s still thundering. Maybe if I shake real hard like I’m really, really scared, they’ll feel sorry for me and I won’t get in too much trouble. Maybe. Oh please, please, please.
Hey, what’s with this Marley dog my person is talking about? Here I just tore up the house and I’m expecting to get a lot of attention – even if it’s bad attention – and she’s talking about Marley. Does she have a new friend? Does she like Marley better than me? My person says Marley and Me was her favorite book because it made her feel like I wasn’t so bad. But she says I’m a close second now. I don’t want to be second. I want to be first.
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