Stay!

Do you remember awhile back I said mom was going to put a picture here that I would just as soon that she didn’t? Well here it is. And while mom thinks it’s funny,I don’t.  I’ll tell you the real story.

One day I was walking down the hall minding my own business (because I’m a good boy) when this tempting aroma came to my nose. Well, naturally, I followed it. It led to dad who was eating in front of the TV. He was doing something that mom told him not to do, which is put food where Rusty can get it. This yummy hot biscuit smell was coming from a bag on the floor next to the couch. So I glanced at dad. He wasn’t looking at me, he was looking at the TV. I walked slowly so my tags wouldn’t jingle right to that bag and looked inside. sure enough there was a biscuit in the bottom! I stuck my head in to get it and when I picked the biscuit up the bag came up too. I held on to that biscuit and tried to back out of the bag, but it wouldn’t come off. About that time I backed into the door and turned to try to head down the hall. I bumped into something else. Mom came to see what I was doing and did she say, “Oh poor Rusty,” or did she say “Let me get that off your head baby boy,” or did she say “Let me help you?” No she did not. She said, “STAY!” Then I heard her scurry off down the hall and come back. Then I heard this noise: CLICK, CLICK, CLICK. She had gone to get the camera! The nerve! FINALLY she got the bag off my head and she was LAUGHING. I was not a happy camper, let me tell you. Except that that biscuit was really yummy in my tummy.