Tate

Tate.

Looks pretty innocent doesn't he?

Well, don't let those handsome good looks fool ya!

He is

Naughty

Naughty

Naughty

Last night, while I was in Kearney, Boo was at a friends, Tink went out to eat with the dance team for a "bonding" night and hubby was out in the garage with my dad building steps for our new patio door this little twerp got the container (with a lid) of cookies off the counter and proceeded to eat himself sick. I'm guessing around 3 dozen cookies.

Now anybody with half a brain knows that you don't leave this little cookie monster alone in the house for ANY length of time. I can't even go downstairs to do the laundry that he doesn't start ripping the house apart.

So guess who was up half the night puking?

Guess who else was up cleaning it up?

(okay not just me, hubby helped, some)

Guess who had to go outside at 2:30 AM and again at 4:00 AM to coax the dog back in the house because he thought he was in trouble and wouldn't come back in by himself?

(Picture this: me in ONLY my bathrobe outside in the cold in the middle of the night trying to bribe a big poodle with a dog biscuit)

Guess who goes right back to sleep and starts snoring and guess who else tosses and turns and is almost back to sleep and hour later when the cookie monster start to hurl again?

Guess who now has 4 extra loads of laundry to do?

Guess who is perfectly fine this morning?