Bed Time

Last night my parents went out. Leaving me home alone. Again.

So, I did what any good pig would do. I broke into their room and nestled in their bed. See, I'm "not allowed" on their bed. Something about having 2 beds of my own (one complete with springs), smelling like a dog, blah, blah, blah.

I curled up into a nice ball on mom's side (my favorite) and even cuddled with her pair of fleece pants that she left on the bed. I love fleece.

Naturally, I sprang to action when I heard them open the door. I made like I was lying at the top of the stairs (another one of my favorite places) and greeted them at the door. I wagged my butt with glee.

But, I was discovered. Their bed was hot to the touch where I had been lying. Whoops.