Worrying Mom

This morning while I was waiting for everyone to get up, I figured out how to worry Mom. Usually when she tries to unlock my crate I go barreling past her to get out. This morning she unlocked my crate and I just lay there and looked at her. She looked kind of worried. She petted me and asked me why I didn't want to come out. When she moved back a little, I shot out of the crate and found Dad's sock. Then I ran around with the sock for a while until Mom caught me.