What For?

Do you know what a "what for" is? I do. Actually, it's more like a "what in the heck did you do that for?", and I know what it is because I got one the other day. "What fors" don't happen often around here; you have to be pretty naughty to get one. 

Well I was. Naughty that is. I know it's hard to believe that a small, clever guy like me isn't an angel all the time but, as I've told you, there are rules here and I'm still learning them. 

Apparently one of the rules is that you don't snap at the old, frail dogs, especially when any of them is on my foster mom's lap. As you can imagine, I really like hopping up and snuggling on my foster mom's lap because underneath my tough-guy exterior I'm a real softie and I love hugs. The other day I forgot to check and see if another dog was already cuddling up there, so when I made the leap I Ianded right on Miss Bea, a nearly 11 year old English Toy Spaniel. That wasn't the problem as there's definitely room for two of us since we’re both pocket-sized half-pints, but when Miss Bea moved around a little, I got crabby and I started to snap at her. Oops. Yep. You guessed it. I got a major "what for" and a quick trip to the floor. Bummer. 

Okay, so I have a few more rules to learn, and this one definitely makes sense. No, snapping at or biting the old dogs. I will try to do better, and I know my foster mom will help me because she really does love me. With any luck I will be old one day and it will be nice if no one snaps at or bites me!

Any lap will do. I love to cuddle. Here I am with Melinda, my foster mom’s daughter-in-law. 

She really likes me! But then, who wouldn’t?