My Donut Trouble
Ok everybody I am in trouble again. Not bad trouble but as usual this little Yorkie can't seem to keep his paws clean. There is just something about me that seems to attract trouble. But they say confession is good for the soul so here goes.
The other day Mom had to go to Birmingham, Alabama to the doctor. As usual she stops by the Krispy Krème Donut store and brings some fresh donuts for her and Lacey and to take to work.
They are beautiful little things laying there in that green and white box. Little round brown puffy things with red and white gooey crème inside. Some also had the forbidden chocolate on them. Yum - but I am a good dog and I stay away from momma's goodies.
Sooo there I was sitting there on the end of the couch watching the animal planet channel which is by far my favorite station, and watching her eating those donuts. I 
was proud for her. I really was. I mean I love my momma and I am GLAD she can eat donuts. Even if she eat donuts IN FRONT of me.
I even went over to my bowl and got out a couple of my tasty cardboard tasting treats. I also tried laying on the couch ignoring the donuts.
Well as I was trotting back to the couch I noticed that she wasn’t on the couch so I trotted down the hall to see if I could find her. I was worried you know. I got as far as the bathroom and there she was.
Going to the bathroom is not something unusual she does but leaving the donuts on the coffee table was very unusual. The aroma from them floated over to me and my nostrils flared as I smelled raspberry crème. I found my found licking my lips.
Look I am sure this was not a good thing for me to do but what can I say. Confession is good for the soul right? So here I am confessing. Just as I went by the box something happened. I was possessed. I don't know by whom or what but something inside me screamed "grab one and run".
As you know the rumor is that we should always listen to our first instincts. So I did. My instinct said grab the raspberry one and run like the wind. And I did. Ears flying in the breeze. I felt so liberated. 
So I headed to my favorite hiding place. There I was, laying under the bed munching on my reward and trying to get the jelly of my whiskers when I heard her. I am still wondering HOW she knew I was under the bed but I have a very good idea of how she found out. Don't let her innocent looks fool you.
She is one vicious little tattle tale!! She can play mom like a fiddle and I heard the strings a playing and her name is Duchess Isabell and mom call's her Izzy for short. I call her tattle tail and " The Little Evil One ". I just KNOW she told Momma.
Any way I heard the yell from her. You know who I am talking about. The she is a woman, she is a detective, she is a sonar, she is a bloodhound, and she is a mother.
The thing I find amazing is you know there were at least 10 donuts left in that box and somehow that woman missed that one little raspberry jelly donut I snatched. I tell you she must have a hidden camera in this house. No one can be that good.
Well I knew I was in trouble so there was no way this little guy's butt was coming out from under the bed. Hey SHE is the one who bought a bed so low on the ground I have to do the belly crawl to get under it and as for her, bol bol, she could not get under that bed if her life depended on it. bol bol. Because of that I knew I was safe. I continued to snack and lick and grin. Heck I was probably even smiling. Then it happened. I looked up and "she" was looking under the bed saying "come on Hannie". Yeah right. When she says "Hannie" it usually means a lot of kissing and hugging. But I knew that was not a loving Hannie so I stayed under the bed. Safe, warm, full, content, snickering and really proud of myself.
Then it happened. Under the bed came the thing she runs around the room getting up trash. I think humans call it a broom. I think I have actually seen her riding it a couple of times. bol bol.
Well end the story - I started to abandon the battle station when the broom invaded my territory. Then she caught me and off to the bathroom we went to the bathroom for the – yep the dreaded B word.
She said she had to get the jelly off of me. I say it was punishment for sneaking a little donut.
Ok I do feel better having confessed my sin. I would love to say I really feel guilty but I really did enjoy that little donut.
Love to all my friends.
Hannibal Lector