Closet rack breaks and dumps Mommy's clothes in the floor in the middle of the night. Glad I don't have access or I would surely be under suspicion!
Not allowed in Mommy’s closet–EVER–even though the #!#* cat gets in under the door. Last night I was awakened from bunny chasing by a LOUD crack-crackle-thump. Mommy sternly told me to stop barking at the closet. This morning she was sorry.
Hey Liebe, how about helping us get in the horse barn.
After seven hours at a Super Bowl party, Mommy slept late this morning. Someone I didn’t see fed the horses and llamas, leaving open the llama gate! Llamas all over the horse pasture, at the horse barn, necks through the fence by the house. Mommy seems a teensy grouchy.