OBSTRUCTION OF JUSTICE!

 Every day in the news, I hear something about "Obstruction of Justice", and NOT IN A GOOD WAY.  So I know it's bad to obstruct.  So why is Mom obstructing my fun?

See this is how it goes:  I love, love, love, love playing the Muffin Tin Game.  You remember that one.  We invented it, Mom and me, in November.  You can see my video of how I take out all the tennis balls from the muffin tin and then put them all back.  It's the November 22 post. (Of course, I do require treats for this game, which is maybe why I like it so much!)  But anyway, I love it a lot.  And usually, all I have to do to get her to play it with me, is bring her a ball and drop it at her feet.  

Sometimes the tennis ball goes missing and I have to use my blue and orange ball or my green plastic ball, or even sometimes if I can't find any of those, I use my blue wheel.  As long as it's sort of round, Mom understands what I want to do.

Lately, though, Mom acts like she is tired of the game.  Just 'cuz I ask her to play it three times a day every day.  So when I go to ask her to play it with me, I sometimes can't find the ball to drop at her feet.  It's supposed to be in my toy basket.  The other day, I couldn't find any of them in my basket.  So I just looked at Mom.  I think she knows something.

Sometimes I've had to pull out that big rolling thing from the basket to find a ball.  She sometimes hides them under it.  It makes a huge noise on the floor when I do that.  Then I hear her say to Dad, "Guess what he wants now?"  See, she knows she's obstructing my fun.

What I didn't know was what was on the kitchen counter.

I TOLD you she was behind it.  She is trying to Obstruct my Justice and I think we should Lock Her Up!

What do you think?  Shouldn't we Lock Her Up?

Actually, we finally came up with a compromise.  I only ask her once a day and she doesn't hide my balls anymore.  I guess that's working.  At least for now.

Hope no one is obstructing you from having fun!

Love, G.