September 16, 2010

The Joke's On Me

This is Gizmo, our chihuahua. Although he was not named after the look-alike Gremlin, he has proven to be just as mischievous at times. As a result, sections of our house are closed off via baby gates to keep him in line.

My sister and I have a terrible time with the gates... we're always knocking them over or tripping ourselves as we try to hurdle them in the hallways. Because of this, Amy prefers to take the gate down, making it easier to walk back and forth between bedrooms.

The problem, though, is that every time the gate is left open, the dog makes his way to my bedroom or my bathroom and poops.

Yesterday, I rushed home from school to shower and change before curriculum night. Upon arrival, I found the gate had been taken down and Gizmo had dropped off a few "gifts" on my bedroom floor.

As you can probably imagine, this is extremely frustrating. I have asked my sister repeatedly to please make sure the gate is in place if she's not going to watch the dog. Clearly, my reminders weren't working. So, I decided to teach her a lesson. I picked up his droppings and placed them on the floor in her bedroom, hoping it would teach her a lesson, and left for school.

When I came home from school last night, I learned that my sister wouldn't be coming home. Seriously disappointed that my lesson would go untaught, I shared my genius plan with my mom, who then informed me that she was the one who left the gate open! Oops! Sorry, Sister!

The best part was that when I went into my room to change, I discovered that Gizmo had somehow managed to leave me another generous gift.

I guess I know whose side he's on!

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