The boys were behaving badly, again. Which ones? Bubba, Schultz, our 100 pound German Shepherd, and my husband. They had the brilliant idea to tease my daughter and make her mad.
"Schultz, go upstairs," my husband said.
Schultz wagged his tail and ran up into what's supposed to be the dog-free zone, no questions asked.
My daughter was in the shower, so her room was vacant. Bubba led Schultz into the room and closed the door, leaving Schultz alone by himself.
Bubba and my husband giggled and took off.
A few minutes later, my daughter came out of the bathroom and went into her room. You should've heard her scream! Apparently Schultz was all over her.
"Mom!" she yelled. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't put Schultz in your room," I protested. "It was your daddy."
"Daddy's grounded!" she announced. "And I'm sending Schultz into your room tomorrow morning to jump in your bed, because you didn't tell me!"
See? I didn't even do anything, and I get implicated in the boys' devious plots. Oy gewalt!