Rules Rules Rules

Where do I begin? Some days I can do things and others I cannot....very confusing. Today I really pressed my luck. There's quite an attractive toy that's stationed by the door, bright colors and only used when I go for my daily jog with my master Nate. Not quite sure why he wears them on his paws, but he seems to think he looks like hot stuff in them. In the past I have always been attracted to their intriguing odor and would walk up, sniff around and sometimes take them back to my bedroom. No big deal, sure they would end up back by the door but nobody's feelings were hurt. Well today after Nate Dogg left me on my own, I tell you a special scent guided me right to those bad boys. Took 'em back to my bedroom and this time I had enough time to really sink my choppers into them. Nice and squeezy, just like my favorite toy Squeakers V who has recently passed on. I began at the bottom and worked my way up to the heel of the shoe...my mouth's watering just thinking about those paw protectors. Just when I was about to pull the white fuzzies out, the door opened and my master came in with bag of meatballs. I ran up to say hello and next thing I knew bang lights out and I'm in the water room. After a few doggie hours I came out and the shoe was barking at me, I was sent directly to my room. Guess I'm not allowed to play with that toy anymore, well unless it invites me....