Admit Nothing
I’m not admitting anything here, but last night we may or may not have gotten onto the couch, and… may or may not have peed on it. I’m not saying we did. And I’m not saying we didn’t.
But just in case we did, Betsy hid in the dining room this morning when mom came out, and I acted very affectionate towards dad in hopes of distracting them.
It didn’t work.
This may or may not turn out well.
-Gus
March 7th, 2008 at 7:47 pm
Oh dear… Hop away! Hop away!
March 7th, 2008 at 11:12 pm
I’m glad you didn’t admit anything. NEVER CONFESS! (Hope it all turns out well!)
March 7th, 2008 at 11:57 pm
Gee Gus. I guess we may - or may not - see you again. You can always pack up and come here. We will find room.
March 8th, 2008 at 11:19 pm
I’m just thinking … that picture there of Gus sure looks like a rabbit just daring you to get him to confess!