Oh, Oh, I'm in trouble again. I got up on the dining room table and took a wool flower that my Mom had cut out for her wool runner.
I know you're saying "on the dining room table?", yup. I jumped up on the chair and was looking to see if Dad had left his plate there. He hadn't, but there was a nice little wool flower available. So, I got up on the table and took it.
My Mom says you'd expect it if I was a cat.. but I'm a dog. I think I'll just stay under this chair until the coast is clear. (I bet they push in the dining room chair from now on.)