Oh Riley...you are a sweet little thing. You do love your Misty, or as you call her, Bisty May (Misty May). The last couple days, you have taken an interest in taking care of her, and I am all for encouraging that! You bring her empty, or near empty water bowl to me and say "Bisty need watah Mommy", and I fill it up and take it back to her spot, and you SCREAM at the top of your lungs "BIIIIISTY MAAAAAY, watah!!! BIIIISSSSTYYY MAY!!!". Finally, she saunters up, and you point to her water. In the process, one of you (I vote you), dumps the water out. Then, you come to me and say "Pape Towl Mommy. Riley clean it". I see the flood of water in the laundry room, hand you a few paper towels, you go wipe at it a time or two, show me the now sopping wet and dripping into the kitchen and all over you paper towel and say "Dis nassy (this is nasty)" and throw it away.
But now...we have graduated to feeding little Misty. Who eats like a bird. But you seem to think, she needs to eat more, and have developed a plan to help her eat more.
And when caught...you just ignore our questioning and continue about your business.
Truly, this is so you right now. You are loud, and rowdy and rambunctious and mischievous.You are like Hurricane Riley...you blow through an area and leave destruction in your wake! Last night, you were ripping into Christmas presents under the tree. Tonight, filling our laundry room with dog food. What will tomorrow bring?