Was I found with my paw in the cookie jar? Did I trash the house digging through the garbage for delicious scraps from dinner? Was it the stolen lick that I took from the little girl’s ice cream cone? Maybe, but if no one saw it, it didn’t happen.
My crime? Stealing 40 winks. I know, I know. Naptime shouldn’t be a crime – unless you are found napping in the one place where you know you should not be napping. The guest bed…