How does the saying go, where there is smoke, there is usually fire? Well, my mom says it a little differently. She says that "where there are paper towels, Laila will usually be nearby."
Ok, I know what you are thinking and while I admit that I might have had something to do with the latest little mishap, I swear it wasn't my fault!
Let me tell you what really happened.
Yesterday, a little birdie knocked on the front door. He needed some paper towels really quick because it had been raining and he was all wet. Being the nice "Canine Good Citizen" that I am, I ran into the kitchen to get him a roll.
While I was trying to pull a piece off of the roll for him to dry his little birdie feathers with, the paper towel roll slipped a bit.
It's really pretty difficult to unwind a paper towel roll without opposable thumbs. All of my puppy friends know what I mean.
Anyway, I accidentally dropped it, and it rolled onto the floor.
I didn't need all of that! I just needed one piece since it was just a small little birdie.
I grabbed the paper towel roll to try to get just one piece and to roll up the rest.
But it kept getting tangled on my feet . . .
Hold on, birdie! I'll save you!
Ok, I know what you are thinking and while I admit that I might have had something to do with the latest little mishap, I swear it wasn't my fault!
Let me tell you what really happened.
Yesterday, a little birdie knocked on the front door. He needed some paper towels really quick because it had been raining and he was all wet. Being the nice "Canine Good Citizen" that I am, I ran into the kitchen to get him a roll.
While I was trying to pull a piece off of the roll for him to dry his little birdie feathers with, the paper towel roll slipped a bit.
It's really pretty difficult to unwind a paper towel roll without opposable thumbs. All of my puppy friends know what I mean.
Anyway, I accidentally dropped it, and it rolled onto the floor.
I didn't need all of that! I just needed one piece since it was just a small little birdie.
I grabbed the paper towel roll to try to get just one piece and to roll up the rest.
But it kept getting tangled on my feet . . .
Hold on, birdie! I'll save you!
But, by the time I got back to the front door, he was gone!
And I was left to explain THIS mess to my mom:
And I was left to explain THIS mess to my mom:
So, the moral of this story is simple: don't trust little birdies.
That is too funny! Glad zoe never liked that "toy" ;)
ReplyDeletehello miss laila its dennis the vizsla dog hay dont trust little birdies that is gud advice!!! also dont tel them seekrets becuz wenever ennybody nos sumthing they shudnt and yoo ask them ware they herd it they say a littel bird told me!!! ok bye
ReplyDeleteHehe that looks like fun! Must try that one :)
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