Dogs Love Time Out!

This is me in Bad-Dog!-Time-Out. I got in some big trouble today when I was helping clean up in the kitchen. Mom wasn't home, and I smelled that she forgot to put a pan in the sink, so I was trying to move it for her. Usually, I don't ever get up on the counter, because only bad dogs do that, but I was being a GOOD dog and trying to help out. Unfortunately, I was not given a moment to explain when Mom walked in the door to find me standing over an upside-down sheet pan that had been full of DE-LISH-US chicken fat/juice (did I say delicious?) and other chicken part renderings. There was some loud talking, and then I tried to go invisible (fail) and I was banished to the wet out-of-doors while Mom licked the floor clean (I was about to take care of that, btw. Geez. Give a dog a minute.) 

By the time I looked pathetic enough to be allowed back in the house, the floor was all clean and Mom was not speaking to me. I put myself in my Bad-Dog!-Time-Out spot, all cold and wet, (since the usual dog hair dryer treatment seemed out of the question.) I shivered a little for good measure, but Mom didn't notice. Not even a paper towel was offered my way. 

Despite being treated unfairly without due process, I wagged my tail anytime Mom walked by, and even though she didn't tell me to, I stayed in my spot for 2 hours.  Eventually, she must have realized her horrible unfair treatment, and she told me I could get up. I won't be helping out in the kitchen any time soon. Chefs are too temperamental.