Well, I REALLY did a bad thing now. Mom says this is way worse than when I tore her entire sofa up in a day.
And of course I am grounded big time. Mom says indefinitely. Or till we get a big, tall, privacy fence.
Well to make a long story short, I bit my 15 year old next door neighbor. He was climbing over his fence to come into his back yard and he put his hand (a whole 2 inches) on my side of the fence. I can jump like 4 feet in the air and that was a total shock to him (and his mother who is a policeman lady!).
Mom had to make a mad dash to the vet's last night to get my shot records to prove to his mom I didn't have rabies. So mom went next door to the policeman lady's house to give her my records and when she saw the boy's bleeding hand she started to cry!
Now I didn't bite him that hard, and I was just trying to get him to play with me, but mom says that makes no difference.
So last night I said bye-bye (as did Paris and Tia Lilly)to the doggy door. Mom put the lock on it and said it's not coming off till we get a taller fence. So she's having to let us out when we need to do bidness.
I can tell mom is mad at me still this morning because she didn't ask me to kiss her (I always refuse). She is all in a huff about getting all our shot records in order and is grumbling under her breath about how much a new fence is gonna cost her.
She says I should just feel lucky that the policeman lady didn't insist I go into quarantine. I don't know what that means but it doesn't sound good.
Well, friends, please don't forget about me when I am grounded from blogging. And most importantly don't believe anything my sisters say about me!
