This morning Linus found a mouse, but he was just watching it. So I rushed in, scooped it up and ran into the living room, where I let it go so I could scoop it up again. It’s a really fun game!
But My Margret didn’t understand how the game is played and she said my sisters and I should go out to our pup pen. I didn’t like that.
Linus told me later that the mouse went back to the dining room where it climbed up My Greg’s guitar and stood on tip toe to try and climb up to the shelf. That’s when My Margret saw it looking at her and using the broom let out a loud scream and tried to hit the mouse. She missed. “Sigh” (luckily she missed the guitar too.)
When she left to go to work Linus said he was in the dining room keeping an eye out for it. And me? Well, when she checked on us I got all excited thinking she was going to open the door so I could go back in and play. But she didn’t, so I laid my head back down on my paws and kept on pouting.
This is Bess “the please let me go back in so I can play with the mouse” Pup for the rest of the pups and kitties.