It seems that whenever I hear loud thumping and bumping upstairs, Jake blames it on the dog. When I go upstairs to see what’s going on, I usually find Winston sitting on the top of the stairs with that cute Golden Retriever look on his face.
BUT the other morning when I came upstairs, I found this:
We had a good laugh and took pictures. I really couldn’t yell at him or get upset.
I mean … look what I did to my dog when I was a kid: