Don't Slam the Door in my Face

This morning my dad went back to bed at 7:00 this morning....we won't mention why, and it made me very angry.  I'd like to use a different word that starts with a "P", but I am only about 3 years old and I think my mommy would not like that too well.  Just ask me how I know that word....ha ha.  It would not have been so bad, BUT my mommy was in the shower, and I saw absolutely no reason why he had to close the door to the room he was in.  I could have been in the room with him and not bothered him, but whatever.   So, being the dog that I am, I decided to go and discover what was up on the end table by the bed.  Oh, what did I find you ask?  A completely big glass of water that I decided to take a drink out of.  When my mommy was done with her shower and making the bed, she felt the floor was wet and of course her first thought was that I tinkled on the floor, but then she saw the glass was tipped over.  There was water all over the end table and the floor.  She didn't get upset at me at first because I was out in the other room   But duh, stupid me, when I did come back in the room, I got up on the bed and put my feet on the end table. My mommy was standing right there.  Whoops....guilty.  I imagine in the future, she will move the glass when she gets up, just like she does in the family room.  I'm sorry mommy I am causing you more problems, but you have to remember one thing,  I am young and I still have puppy in me, but I love you very much  :-)