Monday, May 23, 2011


Well, it's not something I'm proud of, but yes, I'm grounded. I feel as though this is a little extreme. Mom said I couldn't have my stuffies or toys and then she put me in jail. Many of you are probably wondering what I did to land me in such an unjust situation...

Well, yesterday was a nice day outside. I thought it would be fun to go visit the neighbors and spread some of my Golden charm. Of course, the neighbors loved me. Pretty soon I see Mom (the first time, and Dad the second) charging across our yard yelling, "Get over here." Next thing I knew, I was in jail.

I hope I get to come out soon. Mom has 3 more days til summer break. I think we could have a lot of fun.


  1. Uh-oh! Well, I just hope you'll get released soon.

  2. Kind of like Khousin Harley sprinting down to the 11th tee to greet the golfers on Saturday?


  3. Oh Soph - I can't believe it! You look so sad :(

  4. Oh Sophie - I should Gracie over and she can show you her supreme puppy dog eyes - those usually get her out of any kind of trouble.... well that and she bats her little eyelashes.

    What can I say, mommy is a sucker! :)

    Hopefully you are now out on bail!


  5. What? How awful they treat you over there. It really is shameful. Just pack up your belongings and head over here--we'll treat you like a queen!

  6. Are you still grounded?