This Evening

Mom did something very bad.  She grabbed me and took me out in the den and showed me the big doggie.  He was out on the patio but he was barking and he was loud.  It scared me and when Mom put me down, I made a beeline back here to our bedroom.  I went up under the bed because I thought that the doggie might come after me.  

I gave Mom grief for a couple of hours - I stayed under the bed for most of that time and ignored her.  I wanted her to feel bad for doing this to me.  She did - she really tried to make up with me and I let her feel bad for a while then when I figured she had suffered long enough, I finally came out and let her make up.  She has been careful around me since then.