THEY PLEAD THE FIFTH

[Cathy C. Bennett]

We all know “The Fifth Amendment” protects one from being forced to incriminate themselves. Incriminating oneself is defined as exposing oneself (or another) to “an accusation or charge of a crime.”

That seemed to be Harley’s story…

This is his famous “it wasn’t me” pose…

…and he was sticking to it!

Allow me to start from the beginning….

The day started like all the others. We had an exhilarating walk, completed our daily garage grooming session afterwards, then devoured our breakfast like champions.

While sipping what had to be the BEST cup of java ever, I retreated to the laundry room to straighten out a disarrayed shelf full of toys, treats, collars, leashes and a slew of stuff we rarely use.

Amongst the clutter was a “draw string sack” from one of Tiffany’s purses. Our daughter is a card carrying, certified boutique shopping Purse-a-holic! The pocketbooks, clutches, and satchels she gravitates towards, come complete with their own “slip cover” to protect them when they are not in use. Really? Really!!

Don’t ask me what it was doing on the Doodle shelf, because I don’t know, it just managed to be there.

I tossed it on the floor along with the growing mound of items that didn’t belong, and I continued to inventory, discard and re-stack.

I could have been in there for a total of ten minutes or less. During that time, I do not recall having an company. I don’t even remember anyone sticking their head in the doorway.

Apparently I was wrong. When I did come out of the room, all eyes were on me…

This was an indicator of shear guilt…

It took me a minute to analyze the remains. I scanned the area like “Detective Olivia Benson”from Law & Order. I wanted to gain as much knowledge BEFORE touching the crime scene. While doing so, I did notice as I surveyed and processed the area, Harley was slowly inching away from the evidence…

Just WHERE was he going???

The more I called names – the more they ignored me. I began to film the suspects with my iPhone…

As I studied the shredded material, it all started to come together. This was the slip cover I threw on the floor in the laundry room. But:

• When did they get it?
• How did they get it?
• Who got it?

As I gasped aloud to emphasize my disappointment, Leo immediately threw his head down on the floor.. It was as if he wanted to confess: “Pawlease forgive me Momma”…

Hilarious!

I’ll never be a dog trainer. It’s not in my DNA and I’ve accepted this. For when these situations occur, within a few minutes of trying to discipline them, I bust out laughing because their gestures and facial expressions – to me – are always priceless….

Life is too freaking short to be mad …..

Tiffany darling, we owe you a purse slip cover, but chances are, you never even missed this one…

This little memorable moment validates that The Boys and I are a match made in heaven: they plead the fifth and I can’t discipline  Anybody else out there like us?

Have a good one, thanks for reading…

[Cathy C. Bennett]

Oh Ms. Ellie - please don't be fooled for one minute with these two. They are cunning when they want to be. But I wouldn't have it any other way. Thanks for reading 

[Miss Ellie]

Oh Cathy...I don't believe for one second that either Harley or Leo could do such a thing...there just has to be another explanation...I mean just look at those 'innocent', beautiful faces...they couldn't possibly have...LOL:)

[Cathy C. Bennett]

Thanks so much Robin, reading comments like yours always brighten my day! Tiffany has already commented back regarding her slip-cover (visit the website and check it out - it's hilarious) so I think we're good. She doesn't need anymore. Take care and thanks again for always reading about the Boys!

[Robin and Libby Louise]

Your blogs always brighten my day!  Loved the video - they played with everything and totally ignored the evidence! As another purse-a-holic, I'm sure I have an extra slip cover should your daughter need it! 

Too cute!