The other day, Mom and Dad went out and left Rosy and I alone. Rosy went upstairs to take a nap. That left me bored and a bit hungry. So I walked into the kitchen and eyed the treat basket on the counter. Even though it was beyond my usual reach, I took the challenge. I was able to reach one bag which knocked down some others. SCORE! Then I carried each bag over to my bed to admire my potential feast. But then I started feeling really guilty. I dont like to get in trouble. So I decided not to eat anything, and just drool on the bags instead. When Mom and Dad came home, Mom was proud that I didnt eat the treats, so she gave some to me legally. I feel so much better being a good boy.