We have this new pack member named Sebastian. He seems like a decent guy, a little shy, but not a bad sort. I've been watching him for a few days and I've noticed something important about him. He's taller than us Porties. He has longer legs.
Now let me give you some background on last night. Mom and Dad keep our cookies in a big open plastic box on top of a bookshelf in the garage. Then when we come in from outside we each get one as a reward, or if they need to bribe us onto the grooming table or into soaking our feet or something we don't want to do, the cookies are right there. We can't help ourselves because we're too short to reach the box.
I was discussing this with Norma Jean a couple days ago and I mentioned that Sebastian has pretty long legs. He might be able to reach the cookie box. We knew we'd have to wait till the right time to try so here's what we did.
We told Tess to stay outside last night at last call and not to come when Mom called us in. She didn't want to because Tess is a nervous girl and never wants to get in trouble, but we told her Mom wouldn't get mad at her.
At last call Mom called us in and everybody came in except Tess. Mom called and called, but no Tess. So, Mom left us all in the garage, shut the door and took the flashlight outside to find Tess. As soon as she closed the door I told Sebastian that it would be a big help to Mom if he got the cookies for us.
He didn't want to get in trouble, but Norma Jean and I said it would make Mom really happy because it would save her a lot of time. Guess what, he fell for it! I mean he agreed to try and stood up and reached the box. He knocked the box onto the floor and there were cookies everywhere. We all started gobbling cookies as fast as we could, but Sebastian got worried. He thought he might be in trouble so he went over to the corner and sat there with his head down. I would have told him to grab some cookies, but I was too busy eating.
Mom heard the crash when the box hit the floor and she came in with Tess and started yelling, "No, no, bad!" But it was too late, we had all eaten lots of cookies. Sebastian was really nervous and started licking Mom's hand. She gently told him he was a bad dog, then put us girls in our crates for the night. When they all went upstairs she told Dad what happened. He laughed, but he came downstairs and moved the cookie box behind the gate where not even Sebastian can reach it.
That Sebastian is OK. I think he may be an asset to the pack.
So, don't you think I'm pretty smart and using my brain for the good of the pack?
Your pal, Bailey