I Was a Bad Boy

Yesterday I got carried away with my stuffed bear. For some reason, I split open his backside with my claws. I was behind the chair, thinking my antics were discreet, when mommy said in her concerned voice, "Sparky, what are you doing?" Then she looked down and saw blue fur all over the carpet. Mommy put the bear on the kitchen counter for daddy to see when he got home from work. Boy, was he surprised it was me who did it. He took one look and thought Spenser did it. Since mommy caught me in the act, there was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. Next thing I knew, mommy tossed it into the trash can. :( A dog can't get away with anything around here. There's no fun in this house, but I still love mommy and daddy.