I get into so much trouble, but really it's not my fault. You see, this teen boy at the house, the one that wears the mirrored sunglasses because he's "cool", is always playing with me. Sometimes I get a little excited when we play, and then it causes all kinds of problems inside the house. I mean, it's not my fault we were playing fetch in the house, and the cat happened to be near the fetch toy, and I couldn't stop in time. He threw the darn thing, I was just doing what I'm genetically disposed to do... So we got sent outside, which is OK, it was a nice evening.
