Dad keeps the treats on the floor by the steps near our part of the living room. They are in sealed containers which are too much work to chew through. Lately, however, there’s even been a box of crackers there… with an open box top. I can smell the crackers. (Are you trying to taunt me, dad?)
Actually, as it turns out, I can tip this box over and if I sqeeze my head in there really hard, I might get a piece of cracker!!
Dad’s been in the room when I did this, and I haven’t gotten squirted with water yet, so it must be OK!
Now I just have to keep this discovery a secret from Betsy…