Destruction!

I have to be sneaky about writing this.  You see, I am grounded for destroying the basement couch.   I have to be careful Mama doesn’t catch me using her laptop to post this.

It all started with this really cool squeaky ball Mama bought for Ringo and I.  We just thought it was the neatest thing.  We love anything that squeaks and this ball had an especially interesting squeak sound.  Ringo and I quickly found ourselves obsessed with it and fighting over who was going to play with it.  All was going well until the ball rolled under the couch.   Ringo and I kept whining for Mama so she would come get it out for us but she was outside.  I got tired of waiting for her to come in so I thought I would take it upon myself to retrieve the ball.  Only problem was I’m too big to get under the couch.  So I had the brilliant idea that if I dug, tore and chewed along the bottom of the couch, I could open up enough space to get under it and get the ball.  

 I was very wrong!  Not only was I still not able to get the ball, now I had destroyed the couch.   The look on Mama’s face when she came in from outside was not good!  There was stuffing and couch fuzz littering the basement floor- it looked like it had snowed inside!   And if that wasn’t enough to upset her, then she got a look at the bottom of the couch and almost fainted!  I tried to blame it on the cats but she knew better.   Lucky for me, she loves me a lot and only grounded me from blogging for a week.  Whew!  I thought for sure she would send me back to rescue for that.   Ringo tried to tell me to stop but I was my normal pesky little brother self and didn’t listen to him.  And to make matters worse, Mama took the ball and threw it away so there would be no more temptations!