I’d taken Gavin outside and left Patty to her own devices for a little while, mistake number one.  I’d left my bedroom door opened, mistake number two.  I’d trusted Patty to wait at the kitchen door for her turn to go out, mistake number three.

     I think she’d already decided to make a beeline for my bedroom as soon as the porch door closed.  I wasn’t outside with Gavin for very long, just long enough for her to get into a little mischief.  When we came inside, I expected her to be waiting by the door for her turn to go out.  She wasn’t there but I heard the unmistakable thunder of Bull Terrier feet flying down the hall and then the steps.  Poof, the naughty girl was in front of me trying to look innocent.

     I took her out.  When we came back inside, I went upstairs to inspect my room—the other two rooms had their doors closed.  I was prepared for damage but was pleasantly surprised to find none–really, she hadn’t destroyed anything.  However, the evidence was clear.  She’d been jumping on my bed.  Or, as we call it in this house, she’d been Bully Bed Bouncing.  How did I know this?  My nicely made bed was not so nicely made and my pillows were on the floor.  SHE had been busy.