In the dog house!

What happens when you mix freedom and free time? Trouble!

Every once in a while, Dad get the great notion of letting me loose. Sometimes, I get carried away.

Well, I had the run of the house last friday (at least most of the downstairs).
































It took Dad quite a long time to clean up. He was pretty upset, saying I could have died from the detergent, fabric softener light bulbs, and insect spray!

I'm sure that it was nonsense. Dad is just very often open to exaggeration.


I've got to go, Dad says I'm on limited web surfing until I grow up!