Bad Boy Radar

Daddy says I have a "bad boy radar." Anytime I'm supposed to stay away from something, I automatically head in that direction. I can't help it if making things off limits makes them more interesting. Climbing in the fireplace (no fire burning) is too cool. And if a cupboard is left unlocked I figure it's because Mommy wants me to get something out for her. The garbage in the bathroom sure is harder to reach when it's on the counter. And if the gate to the stairs is left open then I'm guessing I'm supposed to climb the stairs, whether or not someone is around.

On New Year's Eve day, Daddy decided to paint the inside of our front doors. Mommy kept me out of the house for most of the day so Daddy could get this done. I thought for sure Daddy would want my help, but apparently not. At one point during the day, I was confined to the stairs so that I wouldn't get in Daddy's way.

I thought the gate was supposed to keep me from going up the stairs, not coming down.

Later that day when the project was finished, Daddy kept trying to divert my attention away from the front door because it was still sticky. My bad boy radar kicked into high gear. I wasn't sure why I was supposed to stay away from the front door, I just knew there must be something really interesting over there. So when Daddy wasn't looking, I snuck over to the door, spread out my arms and threw my whole body against it. Luckily the paint was already dry.

Did I mention that under the bathroom sink if a fun hangout?