Dante Adventure - Paw In the Cookie Jar

Skipper would not stop asking me for help. I wasn't about to do that, I was far too busy basking in the sunny window. I already had my favorite setup and everything, so nothing was going to move me from my lazy spot.

"Why don't you go ask Gracie," I ruffed, hoping he'd just go find something to do that wouldn't get us in trouble.

"Fine, but I'mma tell Gracie what you did," Skipper retorted.

"What?" I barked, "What did I do?"

"I don't know," Skipper giggled, "Weren't you paying attention when you did it?"

Oh this sarcastic doggy, he's always messing with me like this now. He thinks he's so smart, we'll see if he can figure out how to get the door open by himself. Now that Gracie figured out what he's been up to while she's gone, that door is locked tight all the time, even when she is around to keep an eye on it. And Skipper won't just find something else to chew on, he's gotta have a sneaker or a shoe or a boot or something. I have no idea why, he's got so many toys laying around.

Skipper pounced on me again, letting me know he wasn't going away. I just rocked with roll, letting him push me around until he figured out that he wasn't going to get me mad this time. This was uncannily difficult, especially when you realize how annoying he can really be. That's probably why Gracie keeps barking at him to go play in the other room when he visits her spot on the sofa. I'll admit, it is difficult to relax with him around when he's in the mood to play.

I was pounced on again, this time he got my tummy and knocked the woofs out of me. I had no other choice but to bark and roll back onto my belly to protect it. At least like this he can bop and plop himself on me and my sensitive spots aren't vulnerable.

After several more pounces and snorts in my ears, Skipper gave up on me and returned to bother Gracie. It wasn't long after he'd gone that I heard Gracie arguing with him about biting her toes and such. He was in the hyper mood today, not realizing that it was supposed to be the lazy day.

"Why don't you just calm down," I ruffed after he'd snorted my ears a few more times.

"I am calm," Skipper replied with a dance, "You should see me when I've gotten into the sugar bowl."

"Now don't you go getting any ideas," I grumbled.

Then to my dismay, he got very quiet. A little too quiet. Oh boy, I need to check on him and make sure he wasn't doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing. I stretched out of my spot and trotted over into the kitchen. I could already hear the sound of paws scratching at something, which wasn't good. He knew where things were kept and unfortunately Gracie had forgotten to close the door to the spot where chips and bread and stuff is all kept. Oh yes, she'd been in too much of a hurry to relax and forgotten to close this door all the way.

Skipper emerged from the pantry with wild eyes. Perhaps it would have been better to throw him a shoe or something instead. But now, with this, he's going to be unstoppable. I know trouble when I see it and this is double.

"Get out of my way," Skipper smacked, "I gotta run around the world a bazillion times."