Yesterday mom, dad and I went to the animal shelter so that we could meet some doggies and see what their temperaments were like. We met some really nice doggies. Mom will email lots of rescues about them.
Then on the way home, we stopped at the gas station to get some cold drinks. Dad also bought himself a bag of peppered beef jerky. He started eating it. Suddenly mom says "Indy, did you fart? Oh, wait...maybe my hands smell like dirty dogs...." she looked around and sniffed, and yelled "IT'S THE JERKY!"
To think that she accused ME when it was dad's nasty fart scented gas station jerky! I will be joining Meeshka in a huff. I have been expressing my displeasure all night by randomly yelling at my people.