I plea not guilty

by Valerie Barker


Yesterday we went to the PetsMart birthday party. PetsMart is 20 years old. We were in day camp and they gave all of the campers special doggie ice cream. Then we each got a goodie bag when we went home. Our goodie bags had treats and coupons and a bandana. Here we are looking handsome in our bandanas. (Well, Steve is looking handsome, I'm looking pretty.)

Mom has cake decorating school tonight. She has to make two cakes so she can learn how to stack them. So she's been baking up a storm. Last night she spent lots of time putting blue frosting all over her cakes. The cakes looked really yummy. This morning, Dad left for work early, so we were playing while Mom was fixing her hair and she came into the kitchen and saw this.
She claims that the little cake did not look like that when she went to bed last night. In fact, she even went so far as to say that she saw both of us with our front paws on the stove licking frosting. I'm sure whatever she saw was just an optical illusion. I mean, look at this picture. Who looks guilty?

You don't see my face anywhere in that picture, but look at Steve. He is totally staring at the cake. I think he is the guilty one and I am completely innocent. Who do you believe? My mom or me, the cute, little, innocent puppy?

Kat