|Here I am lounging and staying out of trouble.|
So please explain this to me:
|I got in trouble for digging here. I left a nice hole against the front fence.|
But I don't understand why it's such a big deal.
|Here she is making another hole. Don't ask me why she is allowed to do it and I am not!|
And then she rips plants apart:
|She cut all these branches off my shade Rhody.|
All of them!
|Then she ripped a bunch of these leaves out of the ground.|
I just don't get it. I can't uproot a plant. I can't knock a plant over. I can't eat a plant. And I can't rip a plant apart. I get in trouble but she doesn't.
So that's my life in the garden. It's "No, Cinnamon... no, no Cinnamon!" more often than not.
I'll just go lay on my rugs and stay out of trouble.