I entered the apartment to find my sweet little Leo waiting for me. But instead of barking and jumping around in excitement, he was slinking around with his ears all the way down.
I've been a parent long enough to know that the children only act that guilty when they've done something really bad.
Like find the zip-loc bag of biscuits Mom threw away, shred the bag open, and eat the biscuits on the floor,
on the couch, and on top of Mom's favorite orange chair.
This is one mad Mama tonight. I've now swept, vacuumed the floor and the furniture, put in a load of laundry to wash the sheets and towels we drape over the couch, and ignored one very poorly behaved pup, who will not be getting his peanut butter Kong at bedtime.
Happy Friday night from my little monster and me!