Naughty or Nice?

Oh, the injustice...the humiliation....! Not that I didn't deserve it. I don't know what got into me, but that rather expensive camel-colored slip on loafer looked infinitely more appetizing than my rawhide chewie. Really REALLY it did. Mom caught me red-handed (er...red-pawed) just as I was removing the stitching from the top of the shoe. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!", she hollered and I dropped it. I knew right then and there I'd made a bad choice.

"Come here, Mary-Margaret!". Uh-uh, not with THAT tone in her voice. So I walked away. And she walked after me. I kept going and she kept going. Down the stairs and round and round through the kitchen, the dining room, the living room, the family room, and back through the kitchen again. Finally, I dashed up the stairs and into Mom's office. Sneaky, she is. She CLOSED the doors and came after me. I tried hiding behind her desk but she is a patient stalker. Verrrrrry patient. Finally, she said "Get over here, Mary-Margaret!", and (to be honest) I knew I had it coming. So I walked over and sat in front of her with my head hanging down.

She picked me up and took me right over to "the shoe". And she pointed me right to the now unraveled stitching and said "NO!!" and swatted me on my hiney!. Then she said "Shoe? NO!!" several times over. I know...I know. I'll never do it again. Really I won't. I promise. But she didn't understand me. So I started licking her chin, over and over. Finally she relented and forgave me. She said "NO SHOE!" and then she said "I love you, Mary-Margaret!". I swear...I'll NEVER EVER do that again.

I feel so bad. And it's just before Christmas, which...I might add....would seem more Christmassy if Mom would put up a tree. I think I've made my point though, and I'll probably see one this weekend. I hope so, anyway.

Love, Mary-Margaret