The Return of Dr. Satan

I cannot believe how big of a brat Baxter was last night. Well, actually that's not true. I can believe it. It was just so amazing how much trouble a seven-month old puppy could get himself in. He couldn't stop humping the pillows on the couch, which really disturbed me because I was lying on the couch at the time, he actually hopped INTO the dryer while I was folding my clothes, and he dragged my beloved stuffed teddy bear Cinammon, something that I have had since I was six years old, from my bed onto the floor while I wasn't looking. You think that with all of the yelling I was doing at him, he would try to at least behave so I could shut up but he just cocked his head so innocently then two minutes later was doing something evil again. I think all of the puppy mischief exhausted him though because he slept a lot last night, which is always nice for me because it means I get to sleep too.