Lotto Saves The Day

Thank Heavens for little dogs (or in this case medium sized ones)! The puppy named Lotto came with his owner to visit Mona tonight. Of course, I had to hiss again and ruin everything. He's so sweet, though, he never gets upset with me for doing it--just gives me this sad look like "Why do you hiss at me? Why? Why? Why?" Anyway I was looking at the leash he was on and wanted so badly to chase it because it looked like a really long string. Me and Guy love playing with string. Then it hit me--I could jump into Mona's basket of yarn and take some of the balls and hide them in my special place that no one knows about (not even Guy although he's always asking me to tell him where I go when he can't find me. Not a chance, Guy) Then at the party I could roll the balls of yarn out and Guy would have great fun chasing after each ball. Lotto, you're an inspiration (and he doesn't even know it). I promise to never, ever hiss again (I know, you've heard that one before). Anyway Guy hissed at him today also and we both feel just horrible about it.