I’m a good person. I’m polite. I’m friendly. And I never steal. OK, that blog idea from Miss Prissy was sorta stolen, but she did say it was fine. Aren’t we past that by now?
Getting back to my good qualities, I really am a decent person. But sometimes, temptation is too great. Something comes along and despite all my willpower, I completely cave.
That happened last week.
It all began when my sister and brother-in-law came over. I guess I’m partially to blame. I never should have let them in the house.
The moment I got a good look, I wanted it! As I stared, I began plotting and scheming. How was I going to get this dog for myself? I’m telling you, if you saw it, you would understand my obsessive thoughts.
My sister confessed that she felt the same. See, it wasn’t even hers. It belonged to a friend. She was only keeping it for the week. And it was turning even my sweet, quiet sister into a conniving woman. We had to have it!
So, what horrible thing could destroy two good women? What spawn of evil could make us consider stealing or kidnapping? Well, here he is. He’s a Maltepoo and his name is Rusty.
Unfortunately, his owner ripped him from our lives and I never got a chance to steal him. How could she take her own dog from us?
Maybe there’s a chance we can still get him. I’m going to work on a plan. Bwahahaha. See you soon little fella! ♥