Grounded.

Dear Diary,

I feel like I’ve been grounded.  And I didn’t even do anything wrong.  My Mom and Dad told Pastor Jared that he could use Mom’s car for a couple of days, while his is being repaired.  Now, that was a nice thing for them to do.  But I’m not sure that they remembered that I’m only allowed in Dad’s car (because of its leather seats) in a real emergency.

I’m out of treats.  I always get a bedtime cookie.  ALWAYS – ever since I was a little puppy.  The treats that I’m going to review don’t get delivered until tomorrow.  Many times Mom has let me go to the store with her and then pick out my own treats.   I’d go today and just get one or two – you know to hold me over until the others get here.    I think that constitutes an emergency.   What do you think?

This is me looking sad - grounded.

Signed, Tucker (your blog host)
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