When nobody is home, Simba is inside of his kennel. Well, SOMEONE (his daddy) forgot to close the kennel door so Simba was having a grand ol’ time ripping and running around while we were out and about. He would have never done this if we were home of course. I came home from work and to my surprise there were things on the floor everywhere and I didn’t know what was going on. Did someone break in? What the heck!? I look over and I see Simba in his kennel peeking out at me, but the door isn’t closed. Wow. Why is he looking at me with puppy dog eyes like he knows better? Mhmm, tsk tsk Simba. I walk around the apartment to see what damage he has done, but it wasn’t as bad as it could have been because he only went into one room and dragged some things out into the hallway and ripped up some tissue that was in the trash can. He also dragged some toys around…he loves going in that room and bringing toys out that aren’t his to play with!
Do you have any “home alone” stories? Share!