Well the other day we got Loreli a diary. Apparently it was Nana who told her she needed one. She started writing in it and taunted me there was something about me in there. Things got a little out of control and I planted the diary where it would be assumed our dog Rosco chewed it up.
Well she found it, blamed him and because I had promised I would take him to a trainer if he chewed up anything again. I had too.
Wanting to see if she was on to me, last night I pulled it out from under her pillow and read it again.
Whew. Off the hook. Well kinda. I sort of exaggerated what "Doggie Villiage" was. I said it was a resort out in the Hill Country for young dogs who need to learn how to control themselves.
I actually only drove to Whataburger down the street and paid Pete, the guy who sits in the grass near Whataburger all the time, thirty bucks and a chocolate shake to watch Rosco for a week.
I keep piling on the lies. I feel like Walter White in Breaking Bad.
I sure hope my pregnant wife doesn't get a craving for chocolate shakes and french fries in the next week.
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